What?!

So we're at Old Chicago celebrating Justin's birthday, and I go outside with Jake to have a cigarette (no longer being allowed to smoke indoors in Colorado anymore.) This drunk, and crazy as it turns out, guy who is also smoking calls us over to him. He tells us that he is an "artist" who travels the country and he wants to get our opinion on something. He then begins to go off about having to smoke outside now, and how smokers are this whole sub-culture now, and on and on. He tells us that he thinks we ('we' being smokers) should have a "Boston tea party" by just going into public places and smoking at the same time. "What are they gonna' do?" (? Great idea dickhead.) There was also a woman with him but she was not a smoker, was not standing by him, and was apparently annoyed with him also. He starts to bring her into the "conversation" and it keeps building until the two of them are just talking over each other. For those of you who watch South Park, think "Oh I'm sorry! I thought this was America!" That is the gist of this guy and his point. So anyway, I try to kind of lighten the mood a little and I say that I'm hoping maybe the inconvenience of having to go outside to smoke will finally be the motivation I need to quit. hee hee ha ha. As his girl/friend is kinda laughing with me and starts to talk to me, "crazy guy" leans over and asks me for my cigarette. Thinking it was strange, I turn and ask him why when he reaches over, takes my cigarette, says "You just quit" and throws my cigarette into the parking lot!!! OH WUH UH!!! So I stand up, tell the guy to fuck off and walk inside. I get another cigarette and go back outside. As soon as I get out there the crazy fuck face starts with "I'm sorry...Come here...I'm sorry...I'll buy you a new pack...Etc." Meanwhile I keep telling him what I think of him (It was my time of the month too, by the way. Yeah... I was REALLY happy.) Then Chris came outside to join me, so the crazy fuck face finally left me alone and went back inside. So, that's the end of the story and all I can say is what the fuck? You know what it reminded me of though? Dane Cook. For those of you who haven't seen or heard his stand-up, then sorry. You're shit out of luck on this one, and you need to go get yourself some Dane Cook. For those of you who have, this was my little boy with the ice cream cone moment. That crazy fuck face wanted to be remembered for something. Dane's right, when I'm 60 I'll bet I'll still remember "that crazy fuck face who tossed my cigarette." I guess it could have been worse... He could have shit on my coat.