This conversation took place in real time and was transcribed later.
Grant: This is my last 5 dollars. I can't buy weed with 5 dollars, so I'm going to buy a lotto ticket, win 20 dollars, and then buy weed.
Me: Yeah, that's not going to happen. Your luck sucks.
Grant: Yeah well I won't share the wealth when I win, so walk away.
Me: Well I'm the one with a car, plus I'm not smoking anyway right now.
Me: You want a ride to the gas station or not?
Grant: Pony up fa**ot we're leaving.
(At the gas station)
Grant: I want the 5 dollar bingo card. I gotta win me some weed money.
Cashier: Good luck with that.
Me: See, even the cashier doesn't believe in you.
Grant: Well fuck you both then. I don't need either of you. Well I need you because you own a car.
Me: Scratch the ticket.
Grant: 50 dollar winner fa**ots. I'm buying a quarter!
Me: No fucking way. Let me see that… I hate you so much.
Grant: Well this is just gods way of telling you that I'm just a better human being than you are in every single way.
Me: I hope you choke on smoke.
Grant: I hope you enjoy sobriety.
Me: Fuck, get in the car I'm taking you home.
I miss weed so much.