Buying weed from from that weird dude whose house always smelled like cat piss flavored incense... And getting to take few hits out of his bong that was more expensive than his car... Was a core memory that a lot of you will never find in a depensary.
Listening to my little league coach yell at us due to the stress over his impending divorce while I think about how iโm gonna tell him I left my cleats at home