We used to have a little spot we would hang out at after hours. It was quiet and you could park your car and smoke. Nobody would mess with you After poker night Jake and I would park up there and drink some beer, smoke some weed, and have some conversation. Jake loved Rage One night we got rolled up on by some serious operators, dudes in flack jackets and camo just swarmed us. Holy shit, were're just smoking a joint here, man! We were high as fuck, swarmed by the Feds, no way out. Oh, shit, this is it. It was just Steve in his Geo Metro. Touche, motherfuckers Jake ended up taking more heroin than he could handle. Shame he isn't here for his daughter