F line/ coming home: This guy starts talking to me and Leila on the bus, "Look at you two... two pretty girls. (to Leila) You're as pretty as your mama." I thanked him, but I sensed something was a little off. He started telling me about the Giants game he was going to. We talked for a few minutes about that. Trying to keep the conversation from turning crazy, I started to chat about the weather. Always a safe topic, right? Wrong. It was really hot, and we both complained a little. Then he told me that he used to live in a bottom flat, and he had to open the windows to get a good breeze. But it seems the breeze would blow out his torch, making smoking his meth quite difficult. "You know how it is?!" Uh... nope.
When we got off the bus I said, "Take care." "Oh, I'll be fine," he replied. "I'm a trust fund kid with 6 mil. in the bank."