I'm not sure how I do it. No late Friday night encounters, but I finish rollerblading at the park and the Lexus SUV that was parked next to me when I arrived was still there, but now with door open and young guy in it. I'm taking off my blades from the passenger seat, he see's me fiddling with my phone, turns his radio down so I could make a call - which I wasn't, just texting.
We get to chatting a bit and he tells me he's been in the lot all day and doesn't know where he is. Okay. He apparently went out to Hollywood last night with some friends, got plastered, ran out of gas and ended up in the parking lot. I don't have much going on, so I offer to get a small tank from my parents and get him a couple gallons. Won't do that, says he came from a wealthy family and doesn't like the handouts.
Long and short of it, he sells his wallet (Louis Vuitton) to some guy in the parking lot for $20, I drive him to the gas station so he can buy a plastic can and a gallon.
Nice enough 27 year old kid, but.... Looks like he's been in and out of prison for most of his adult life. Meth really messes you up. The kid did not look like a meth head.
Oh well, so I met another dude with prison ink.
