This morning I met a kid named Adam. He's from Hawaii, has long black hair, and is interested in the "Juggalo" movement formed by the "Insane Clown Posse". He showed us a tattoo that proved his loyalty. We all smoked and he kept diving into deep thoughts (for him, but boy is it terrible to say that) like how smoking weed creates a fake atmosphere, and how your best friends are your best friends and smoking friends aren't there in the end. It was all very on the surface thinking, but it was crucial that I heard it anyway, because it means much more coming from someone who means it.