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So the other day I was smoking a cigarette outside while the cable guy was wiring up my mom's house. This jackass walks up to me telling me he's my neighbor. He says he lives over on Cody (a street roughly a mile from my house) and I immediately tell him he's not my neighbor. Of course, he's selling shit door to door which is pathetic since he's in college (apparently). He looks to be a year or two younger than me with a striped Lacrosse shirt and khaki shorts with diamond studs for earrings. In short...I'm already tempted to kick his ass. I offer him $2 just to fucking go away and somehow I mention where I went to high school. Upon hearing this he tells me (and I quote) "look dude...I'll give you your money back if you can give me the heads up on some 420". First of all, I haven't smoked weed since I was 16 (I'll be 24 next month). Second of all, the way he asked me if I knew where he could score pissed me off all over the place. "Give me the heads up on some 420"? Not even faggy little frat boys talk like that. Were it not for the cable guy as a witness, I would have delivered a lung kick to the solarplexes and tossed his limp body aside like an origami dildo. I told him his best shot was with some douche bags that live down the street from me and drive by with their bass cranked all the way up. Just my luck...he knew the guys. I swear I couldn't make this upif I tried. Just another example of how some people are only alive due to the fact that murder is illegal.