When I arrived in my little town from my 13-year world journey in 2002 , a day or two after a man arrived at the house where I lived and he asked ‘can I find harder substances?’, basically he thought that he could get some drugs from me. I have never even seen any drugs in my life. He was probably sent by some cops and later I heard he had the telephone number of one cop programmed in his phone as he bragged. He was a type of a person who purchased illegal Russian beer and liquor from one person I have mentioned earlier. He was just not a good man.
Then few months after this my father smoked his pipe in the front of the house when he was drunk. A neighbour asked if he smoked marijuana as I heard through windows secretly. A day after some cops had come to the house and discovered that he just drank wine. They were looking for marijuana, because I know that neighbour had called them.
Some people are just not good!