Dimitri shrugged and whipped out his own zippo and proceeded to take a long hit, coming up after a while with a small hiccup like sound as the dominican man fought to keep from coughing. After a bit of this Dimitri exhaled the smoke though his nose, "Ah man, this kind of reminds me of when I was stationed in California for border patrol during my first year in the military. We had this apartment in Tijuana for weekends and holidays that everyone in our unit shared, and all we ever did there was get baked or piss-faced drunk. Anyway, these local kids would always come knocking on the door at like quarter to six in the morning and ask for change. One night this guy, Blake has this weed induced epiphany and says he knows how to stop this from happening again. So i'm like 'fuck it, whatever man' and decide to get some shut eye. 5:45 rolls around and when the kids come, Blake tosses them some change and tells them to come around for more. At this point i'm kind of confused, but he just said trust him, so the next morning when the kids show up, I wake up to this NASTY ass smell, and find Blake in the kitchen with a pot. So I go to ask him what the shit he's cookin' and you know what I see? A bunch of fuckin' coins glowing in the pan. So Blake walks out the door and throws them on the ground, and I just watch out the window as the kids burn their fingers trying to pick the coins up. This one kid...hahaha...this one kid's SHIRT caught fire and his friends or siblings or whatever the hell they were had to beat the shit out of him to dose the flames before they all ran off. Blake just looks at me and goes "They asked for change" and went back in the apartment to go to sleep. We never so those kids again." Dimitri said before bursting in to a full on fit of laughter as he recounted the story.