So we went home to get our kneepads and came back. After the cops realized we hadn't had a chance to buy anything yet, we were treated to a delightful anecdote about how a similar group of young guys came through looking to get high, much like we were, and were both robbed and all- ALL- forced to perform fellatio on the presumably armed and intimidating black dealer(s) they had the misfortune of asking for marijuana.

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