I was standing around shooting the shot with some fellow collectors and some dude in his 20s comes up and starts talking with the group but you can tell he’s pretty fucked up because he just keeps asking random questions about if we believe in god or aliens or saying English is a dead language and the reason he knows that is because he’s dead all in between puff on a smelly vape pen that he keeps blowing in everyone’s face. At one point there was a bit of a lull and dude pipes up, “so what is everyone in line for?” He was just walking about the streets of Tacoma at 3:30 AM and figured he’d found a captive audience.