Cold and Stranded: A Story from My Youth

When I was a teenager there were two important aspects of my life. Playing guitar and smoking weed. I could play guitar at home and did for hours on end every day. At sixteen years old I however, could not smoke weed at home. So, the later of the two passions frequently found me enwrapped in some kind of adventure involving looking for weed to smoke and a place to smoke it. These adventures usually wound up with having to deal with some form of unsavory characters.
This particular instance found me freezing my tail off with one of my buddies at a closed gas station between 11pm and midnight on Christmas night.