well before i came back to california to live with my parents...i stayed in conneticut for school. Near hartford,theres this house that this guy lets kids stay at for a couple bucks a month. Well,i ended up having to stay there because i got kicked out of the school rooms. Now about a month in, i'm sleeping on the floor, cold as fuck,sick as a dog,(no beds or sheets) and then bam in walks this guy with a dirty ripped boston sweatshirt. There were no lights and this was at night,so i couldn't really see him at first. He said "hey,there any beds or anything here?" 'No' "oh well, my names pat" ' nice to meet you pat' So he goes into the corner by the window. And i dosed off. Next morning,he kicks me and wakes me up and says "you look sick man" and i look up at him and i fucking shoot up. Speechless. "YOU'RE FUCKING PAT!!". So after the fanboy crap, i got to know him a bit, and i ate lunch with him a few times. Talked alot and listened to a shitload of vinyl(the owners vinyl). Funniest part is when my cousin came to visit and he's a stoner,and that almost ended in a fist fight. Fun two months,but i was sick most of the time . And i saw three shows after that and got in for free.
No joke.