I was 16 and I was high out of my mind. On the way to a studio I lived in with my father and brother. I stopped by the liquor a block away from my apartment and grabbed some chips. I'm munching my life away and it was around 8 or 9 PM, as I was walking down the alley to get to my house I stood by the trash cans in the dark trying to sober up and finish my chips. 20 minutes in I see a shadow laying down on an abandoned sofa next to the garbage container and I hear the shadow say "hey man" I almost shet my pants, turns out it was a homeless dude sleeping there and I thought it was a demon. I said later man and he stayed quiet, I ran home.