More stories to come...Seriously

I saw "The Weed Wacker" last night. His hair is still flopping, but he has aquired more facial hair. (negative) And once again he was too fucked up to really hold a conversation.

He asked me again if I smoked pot. Apparently this is really important to him, or, he uses it as a conversation starter.

I would say, "Hi, how are you?"

He leads in (since he's 6'5 and couldn't reach my ear otherwise), his floppy locks brushing my right cheek and glassy eyes (semi-)focusing down my shirt,
"Do you smoke herb?"

When you're goreous, these things are forgiviable.

Then, "Do you do jib?"

Since I am unsure what "jib" is I said, "Nah".
He's like, "That's good. All these people here do it. It's bad for you."

Oh, ok.

I'm going to go talk to my girl friend on the exact opposite side of the bar as you now. Call me if you become mute and are willing to hang out (possiably naked) and let me pet your beautiful hair all day.