GOT IT! Me and Booche, down at a tavern in Portsmouth village in Kingston. Shooting pool, shootin the shite, boozin heavily. These guys ask if they can play, put some low stakes on the opening couple of games. Long story short, it turns out they're sharks. I don't think they took too much money off of us but that's beside the point. They ask us if we wanna smoke something with them. We agree, go back to their place, flappin our gums and acting like the late-20's putzes that we are. they warn us that it's really good shite and not to haul on it too much. we laugh and say "pfftt we've smoked it all, man– that Michoacan, Acapulco Gold, we even smoked that tied stick." Them: "Tied stick?" Us: "Yeah. You know, that stuff that's tied to a stick" next thing you know, we're leaving their place (it was about a 10 minute walk to ours), i got ONE short block away only to realise that I'd left my jacket there. I go back to get it. Can't find the house. Takes me 20-30 minutes just to find the house then over an hour to get back home. Meanwhile booche also gets lost (this was an area we knew really really well), somehow tears his brand new jeans to shreds and has to crawl part of the way home. if only we had a camera crew following us that night...