First of all, you're a dick! Also, I don't know if your name is actually Reginald or "Reg-Nuggets" the name you kept referring to yourself by. What I do know is that my friends and I were in Colorado for an awesome ski vacation and everything was going great. All of our flights were on time; we all met outside of DIA and hopped into our Marriot bus, and had drinks in our hand celebrating our yearly reunion an hour later. After many more drinks, some hilarious tear inspiring stories from our youth, feelings of utter happiness, a desire to try some of Colorado's famous marijuana crept over all of us. Into the night with a werewolf like focus we searched (on our smart phones) for a dispensary open past 9:00PM only to find out no such place existed. Franticly my friends and I walked 16th street searching for someone who could provide us with a bag of Colorado magic. After about 30 minutes of asking shady looking individuals to help us out with our quest in getting ourselves on track to travel "three sheets to the wind." That's where you appeared out of nowhere "Reg-Nuggets."
You invited me and one of my friends to follow you into an alley to check out the weed you had for sale. While you held up the sandwich bag of weed my friend and I tried to inspect the quality of your product in the darkness; your hand holding the product darted erratically like a cat chasing a laser pointer. Your movements became even more jittery when my buddy put his cell phone camera light to the bag. Desperate to complete the final chapter of our quest we handed over $50 for the weed and at the exact moment the cash touched your hands you shouted "cops!" and fled off into the darkness that you arose from.