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After drinks we headed out to some Asian restaurant in Civic. I ended up talking to a self confessed crystal meth addict for about 20 minutes. He perfectly coherently (aside from the occasional twitch) told me how he used to bathe with Kim Jung Il when he was eight years old and how North Korea put on a military parade for him with a fighter jet that travels so fast it can move through solid objects. He also showed me the painting he had tucked into his trousers. It had various symbols representing his three children, and a picture of the devil (a black ghostly figure, like a ringwraith) with a pentagram, surrounded by odd hieroglyphic type shapes called "moon traps". He once set a moon trap in a park, which caused a glass of beer to materialise in a stranger's hand and subsequently consumed him with gnats. His umbrella was also a gun. I think this was the worst interaction I've ever had with a homeless person.

After dinner and drinks ended up sitting on a bench in civic and chatting until about 2 with Shen /any random strangers that drifted by.