Went up to a Local Gas Station at 3 am, filling up my shit mobile and getting my cigs. Old homeless black dude is chatting up the attendant about money. Something about how his card ain’t working. No big deal, normal nutty shit. Get up to the register after 10 minutes (crazy old dude apologized, no sweat). Get my shit, start paying, suddenly the attendant winces in pain and rubs his temple. He proceeds to lay out his conspiracy theory about how the government is tracking him with drones and fucking with his shampoo, causing him to get these painful migraines, and how he can’t smoke anymore because they started putting in additives that make the migraines worse specifically for him. It’s alright though, he knew what they were doing, what they were up to, and he had proof about FEMA. I just nodded along, completely caught off guard. As I’m filling up my tank, the nice old black dude comes by, we shoot the shit, and I hand him off all the change in my car, grateful that I wasn’t getting a second dose of crazy. I’m still not sure if that guy believed what he was saying or just fucking with me.