Doesn't really fit with the thread, but at the same time it does. Because I got away, unscathed.
Met a guy on the train. He offered me booze and beer. He seemed extremely hyperactive, had many nervous ticks and talked super fast. I was studying in eastern Germany at that time, and this guy was from the city I lived in, just "visiting friends". He told me he used to be the Crystal Meth king in town, had an apartment full of staff where he'd not only sell, but also produce it. Went to prison for quite some time. I found him interesting, so went along. Probably not a good idea, but still. First, we visited one of his friends, who later turned out to be a huge Nazi, I was sitting in this guy's living room, just chatting away. Police showed up, I snuck out and just waited in front of the building. Police didn't care about me at all, it was very obvious I wasn't part of "that" crowd. Was a really run down apartment building full of skinheads in jogging pants.
After that we went to a casino where he promised to get me some weed. On the way we met his friend who turned out to be a pimp. I talked to that guy for a while, he said some pretty disgusting stuff about women and I was happy when we left. Lastly we met this huge (almost 2 meters tall, broad shoulders) skinhead guy who turned out to be a professional boxer. The four of us went over to the pimps apartment, where his wife welcomed me and offered me some.. Camomille tea. The four of them sat down and started smoking Meth, while watching the German version of "American Idol" on a flatscreen TV. Probably one of the most bizarre scenarios I've ever been in. The alcohol wore off, I started feeling really uncomfortable as the only person who wasn't high af, so I found a good excuse to leave. In retrospect it was stupid as ****, I was alone and anything could have happened to me.
Stuff like this happens to me all the time, no clue why. Not necessarily with legendary Meth dealers, but random encounters of the strange kind like this one.
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