Back when I was a teen I had my best friend R.\tI.. When I say I've been there and done that I usually mean with him. He taught me how to get into the VIP rooms at studio 54 and Majique. OMFG the freaking shit we pulled in studio 54! He had an apartment on Bleaker St in NYC. It was a 4th floor walk up. One night we were so stoned we knew we wouldn't make it up and down the stairs. But we were out of cigarettes! We got a quart soup container from Chinese food we had earlier, put a note on it that said, "please help, we're out of cigarettes and too stoned to walk down the stairs. please put a cigarette in the cup, or anything to smoke for that matter. Thank you, the guys on the fourth floor." Tired fishing line on it and dropped it into foot traffic on bleaker st in the middle of a Friday night. We got 57 cigarettes, 5 joints, and 3 grapes. We lost touch back in the late 80's. Just found out he died a few years ago. RIP