So I live in Minnesota and my parents grew up here and my mom's best friend from high school is in town from Jamaica where they retired. They happened to bring their best friend down there and we will call him J. When I first met J I saw a man with 3 foot long dread locks and a Bob Marley outfit with weed signs all over it and an unkempt beard. He had a relaxed attitude towards everything and is a vegetarian. We ate dinner talked showed him what Minnesota summers have to offer. Everybody was getting drunk(except me for being under 21) and it was getting late and everyone was going to bed. So i decided to ask him if he wanted to smoke and I whipped out my 2 foot peculator bong. His eyes got huge he talked about how they pretty much only smoke joints. So i packed that sucker up and took a massive rip. It was funny to me how i have only been smoking for around 2 years and was teaching a 34 year-old Rastafarian how to hit a bong. And boy did we get blitzed We started talking about his home and how everything is different down there, we also talked about crime friends and how to get through life and come out on top. We also talked about just trying to do whats right and thats what his philosphy is in life. He even told me a story when he was with a friend who stole a bunch of cocaine from a Coke lord and how the friend didn't tell him this. And when they were chilling and went outside for a smoke a hitman comes up shoots his friend in the chest puts the gun up to his head and he hears a click. And it turns out the gun jammed. That was some deep shit and it was a really great experience learning about other people and being able to bond through the use of the herb. It also made me re-examine my life and the people who I hang out with and it helped me understand the shit you can get into.