So one day walking in the apartment, back entrance; this guy addresses me... "Hay man do you have some sticks? I read this as Styx... look on my phone, and say "yes, I have the Grand Illusion and parts of Pieces of Eight" He looks at me bewildered, and says (as to correct himself) "no I mean needles" I look at him thinking the only ones "authorized" to use needles would be doctors... Oh yea, drug addicts are "self-authorized"... carry on.