Once upon a time, during my junkie days, I was hanging out with my friends on the block. One local schizo came to us. He was a bizarre guy; he had rescued 17 stray kittens. Later, the shelter where he put them all burned down. Accidentally, according to him, but not to the judge. Usually, we would beat him up, but the day was dull, so we thought we would indulge in his conversation. Anyways, he started collecting dogs. Two dogs were with him. After about 30 minutes of talking with him, he pulled out a joint. It was a bit weird, but I smoked it since I knew no better. Soon after, he started to roll the second one, and I saw that he wasn't smoking weed but dried dog shit.
