Me and my older cousin where behind the house today smoking weed. As we where about to go in the house today a man came walking to us on the sidewalk asking my cousin how much he wanted for the car. We started walking to the back to talk about it. The conversation didn't have a thing to do with me but my cousin had a stroke two years ago so I went back there with him just incase anything shady happened. As we where going back to the back my cousin asked the guy for his name and the guy said "My name is what they called me before." "My name." I was so lost. "My name is Jahame" the he said. We went back to the back and he they started talking. If you don't know my cousin then you won't be able to understand his speech due to the stroke he had. After it became obvious to my cousin that the guy couldn't understand him he decided to make a phone call to my other cousin his brother to talk to him about the car. The guy had opened up the door and sat in the driver seat of the car. He whispered something very low that I couldn't understand. "Huh?" I said. "Do y'all smoke weed?" The guy asked. Yeah I told him. I was already baked. He started talking to us about it and asked us if we believe in "Herbs Of Life" or something kinda similar to that. I said yeah not thinking anything of it. He said that he got 15 pounds of weed. He reached in a coat pocket and took out one of those black bags you get from a gas station. He opened it up and let me smell it. It was bud. He said he'll give us each a blunt and to walk to the store with him to get some cigarillos to roll it up. This made me so excited. My cousin got made at him about something I really don't feel like explaining. So I was like I'll come with you. He was like alright. So we started walking to the gas station when before we left the block I asked "Are you a child molester or a kidnapper?" He stopped walking and said "Do I look like Michael Jackson to you?" I said "no". We started walking again and he said "You know the Bible says beware of how you entertain strangers cause some have entertains angels." This made me nervous in a bad way not in the sense of him being an angel. If I weren't high I swear I would have never fucked with him in the first place but I was actually going trough with it. He told me to squeeze his hand as hard as I can. I did but I wasn't very hard. He squeezed mine back and was like "You see how moist and sweaty your hands are and how dry as fuck mine are?" "You see how I'm matching your strength with mine?" I was like yeah! "I'm Gabriel, nigga!" The guy said letting go of my hand. I was so high I thought he might have been telling the truth. I know what he did that made me believe that is just plain weak but damn. It seemed so real. We ended up walking deeper into the neighborhood almost to the store. Instead of him heading the way I like going he started heading a different way. I was like "Hey man this is a bit deep in the neighborhood. He was like "Look up at the planes." I did and he was like "They're not really planes they're UFO's". Some people came up and he started talking to them. I let his attention get off me and I let him walk off a bit. That was my head start for just in case he decided to come after me. When he got like about 20 feet away I took off running. He was like "don't run". I kept on running even when I was tired. I was so high and paranoid. A crackhead and a stoned person. Lol