File this one under random memories.
For some reason when my mind wanders there are three words that pop into my head. The are Crack, Hash, Weed in a soft voice.
If memory serves me correctly I was in High School with my friends in Santa Cruz at a band competition. As we walked down the street there was a guy not much older than us standing outside a store. As we passed him he said, in a soft barely audible voice, 'Crack, Hash, Weed'. We continued on a few steps before what we had heard sunk in. We all looked at each other. Discussed briefly and continued on. Jokes were made for years about that incident.
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