You a quarter sack of weed and the dealer asks if you would like to try meth. You would. You rail a line and your heart begins spazzing out. You freak out, thinking everyone is trying to kill you. You run out of the place, leaving the weed that you paid for. You run into the night and keep running until a minor heart attack stops you in your tracks. You fall and crawl into the alley. You survive and you are still laying there come morning.