I met an interesting person after the U2 Concert on Thursday. I was sitting at the bus stop watching some random bus go by when this seventeen eighteen yearold guy walks in front the bus waving for it for to stop. The bus of course does not stop so he walks over to me with his big garbage bag. He is dressed all in camo with big camo pants shirt even a hat.
He immediatly starts talking to me about drugs. Telling me he thinks that pot should be legalized. He has just come from helping his friend move... out of his burnt out grow-op. This guy's friend was jacked and then later had an electrical fire. His garbage bag was full of pots... not pot, pots. He told me that he was going to be buying a bunch of halogens off of his friend too.
He said that while he thought that pot should be legal he didn't really think that harder drugs should be. They were the devil getting into people. People weren't themselves anymore.
He talked about his meth addiction in Edmonton.
Wow. Why do people just come up and tell me their life stories?
He immediatly starts talking to me about drugs. Telling me he thinks that pot should be legalized. He has just come from helping his friend move... out of his burnt out grow-op. This guy's friend was jacked and then later had an electrical fire. His garbage bag was full of pots... not pot, pots. He told me that he was going to be buying a bunch of halogens off of his friend too.
He said that while he thought that pot should be legal he didn't really think that harder drugs should be. They were the devil getting into people. People weren't themselves anymore.
He talked about his meth addiction in Edmonton.
Wow. Why do people just come up and tell me their life stories?
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miho:
a non threatening open ear maybe? You don't give them the cold shoulder once they start talking. These are just guesses though. See ya at prom 
pough:
When I met you I had absolutely no desire to tell you my life story. Just for the record.