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Years ago, I worked as a student intern at an elementary school for college credits. So, after a long day, I was exhausted. Typically, I would've looked forward to spending the rest of the daylighting a blunt in my car on the driveway of my parent's house since I wasn't allowed to smoke inside. That particular day, I was shit out of luck because I was out of weed, and my plug was on the other side of town. I neither wanted to make that drive nor put up with the awkward small talk if he had any more in stock. On my way home, I decided to stop at the Publix up the road from my house. Because of its convenient location near the gym I attended, I often frequented it as the go-to spot for groceries. Despite the sketchiness of that side of town, I grew up near that area and felt comfortable enough with the surroundings to tell who were good or bad people to talk to, or so I thought. As I was making my way to the front of the store, a man waved me down from the parking lot behind me. At