You’re getting home late when you hear a woman whisper yell at you while jogging across the street. “Hey, kid!” she whispers. “Who are you?” you ask confused. “My kids and I just moved in across the street. I hear you have bud.” she says with a smile then continues. “I can’t sleep. That would really help me out right now.” she says, still a little out of breath. You stare at her in confusion. She frowns slightly. “Say something, you got bud or not?” she responds impatiently. You slowly pull a bag out from your pocket and she takes it and holds it up with a smile. “Thanks, kid.” “It’s {{user}}.” “Don’t do drugs, {{user}}.” she responds with amusement.