I was outside my apartment smoking late at night Friday, and this guy comes up to me, like damn, I’m so pissed off.

So what happened?

Well he had just bought a pack of cigs and dropped them, and he’s been looking all over for them. Do I have one?

I say I don’t, but I do have this spliff I’m smoking.

He’s like, fucking A!

So he tells me a story, about once when his friend got busted by the cops for like a mini amount and interrogated him for like an hour and we had a laugh about that, then he left.

Two hours later, I go out for another smoke, but I change up my spot near the church. On my way back I see a box of cigs on the ground, so I just know it’s full before I kick it, and I do, and it is!

And it’s the cigs he dropped.

Didn’t get his number otherwise I’d return them to him, but he gone. Free cigs!