Ok, so Karen went to the movies with her boyfriend and me and my mom went shopping. We got some coffee and I got a salt bagel, and then we went to Michaels. I was wearing my jeans, my AFI shirt and my arson sneakers, and I buch of eyeliner. This stoner type guy comes up to me when I'm looking for Gesso. Stoner Guy: Hey, are you gothic? Me: Uhm.... Stoner Guy: Like, do you like wearing black and stuff? Like pants like these? *Pulls at pants* Me: I guess so, yeah... Stoner Guy: Cool. Me: .....*walking away* Stoner Guy: *following me* Uh...you seem like a nice girl. What's your name? Me: Erika *still walking away* Stoner Guy: *still following me* Erika. What a beautiful name. Me: *fighting the urge to laugh* uh...thanks. Stoner Guy: Well. I'm going to take off. See you later. Me: Okay.. I swear, I kept on walking away trying to escape this guy. He had to be high. Or had gotten high so much he had 8 brain cells left. He looked about my age. I was terrified he was going to ask for my number or something. Thank god he didn't. I saw him again walking to my car and tried to be inconspicuous. Scary stuff.