The area seemed deserted, not including the guy manning the cash register.
As I walked over to the station attendant to pay for my gas in cash, a figure stepped out from behind the building.
"Hey, you. You over there" *Get's my attention* "Can you get me a lighter?"
"...uh, sure.. wait. Why can't you get one? You just have to be over 18 to buy one."
"I forgot my ID-- the guy in there won't sell to me."
Even partially cloaked by shadows, I could tell that he was at least 21 years old.
"Oh.. okay. Yeah, I'll try to get you one."
I didn't. Something wasn't adding up, and if the attendant working at a sketchy gas station downtown during the graveyard shift wouldn't sell this guy a lighter, I wasn't going to get caught up in this guy's business. Plus, the less I had to interact with the attendant the better, considering my own illegal lack of sobriety.
I went inside the snack-shop, paid for my gas and whatever snack I grabbed, and walked back out to my car.
"Hey, did you get a lighter?"
Oh... right. I forgotten that just because I ignored this guy's request, he wouldn't just disappear.
"...Nah, the guy wouldn't sell me one either."
"Why?"
Ah crap. I'd have to come up with more information? I wasn't expecting the 3rd degree.
"Oh, because... I'm high. He didn't want to help me get higher." Why didn't I just say I was drunk? Now that I think about it, that would have made sense too. Maybe.
Now he stepped completely out of the shadows, holding a baggie in one hand, and what looked like a spoon in the other.
"Aw shit! I just want to get high too! Keep fighting the good fight, sista'."
He pounded a fist against his heart and sank back behind the snack-shop building.
I knew we'd just made an everlasting bond.
I hope he still remembers me.
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