Two hours later, in the casino parking lot, I wake up to hear someone playing what sounds like radio-bingo in the vehicle next to me.

`B9. G7. Fuck! I'm out again, man...'

I hear him walking around as he keeps talking, so I look up to see what the issue is.

`Hey! We meet again, my friend! How you doin'? I saw your ride here -- I thought I'd come and say hi.'

It's `Paul' from last night. He gets straight to topic.

`So you smoke anything, man?'

Me: `Oh, you know...'

Me: `Hey, it's pretty early, you know... what time is it?

`4 AM, brother.'

I look at the clock; it's 5:39.

`So do you smoke a lot, man?'

Me: `Oh, you know, you know, it's mellow man, you know... mellow...'

`You doin' any crank, man?'

Me: `Oh, not really, you know...'

`Take one, man! A toke would so wake you up.'

Me: `Oh, that's cool, that's cool...'

`You do rock? I got some rock here, man.'

Me: `Oh, that's cool, that's cool...'

`What's up, brother? You just do some bud, yeah?'

Me: `Oh yeah, that's cool, that's cool...'

`What's up, man? Seriously? What do you smoke? What's with that? Just some rock -- I mean, one toke never hurt anybody, you know what I mean? But what am I sayin'... here I am and the narcs are after me -- I mean, I'm on the run, if you get my drift. They're trying to catch me, the fuckers.'

Me: `Oh, that's cool, that's cool... It's all good, man, you know?'

`So where're you headed? You live down here?'

Me: `You know, Denver and stuff. Just chillin', you know...'

Eyeing the interior of my vehicle: `Hey! You got a Palm Pilot in there, man? Oh, you're loaded, brother! Nah, really, I'm just checkin' out your ride. It's sweet. It's a hell of a lot better than mine. I'm just jokin'. Mine's a four-wheel, though. I'll go up to that mountain, drive it around a little. You sure you don't want some crank... wake you right up, you know...'

Me: `You know, you know, it's cool, it's cool...'

`That's cool. Man, those narcs are gonna be after me, you know?'

Me: `Ooo -- man, you know, I think I'll just get headin' here, you know?'

`I ain't scarin' you or anything', am I? Man, whoa, just chill, there...'

Me: `Yeah, just chillin, you know, gotta drive, gotta drive. I'll see you around, you know? Adios, amigo...'