Wild and crazy things happen to me more than most people it seems like (having my seat-belt break on impact and my arm ripped off in an accident, stabbed with my own sword, literally, T-boned by a riding lawnmower, robbed and jumped 22 falsely charged felonies, overdosed in an odd manner, kicked out at 16 over a dime bag worth of weed now I smoke in front of him legally,etc and that’s just what happened when a beauty with a redhead fetish snagged me out of a bar… we partied, a road trip ensued. This woman had MONEY, but it turned out the entire point of the road-trip is to get together with Dallas, which to me sounded like a cute stripper’s name, turned to be a huge crack dealer in the Tampa Bay area. Huge. Not instature, he was frail… but I’ve never seen nor imagined that crack would be sold like this; so he presented a book of it. yes, a book. how? well an ounce cookie was each ‘page’ and it was stored actually quite well in a photo album. They ended up both being avid smokers too… I just had to escape.