When I ran away this summer from Texas to Pennsylvania using the Greyhound bus system (which I would have been better off fucking riding on the back of a greyhound dog then there shitty excuse for a bus system)...

At every stop there was always 3 people that would ask you if you had rolling papers, and if you said yeah they would ask you for some weed or if you wanted to buy some.IN EVERY FUCKING CITY it was like this.They all said the same thing.It was like the twightlight zone.