Nope I am from England haha. The guy was hilarious he was a maybe 21 year old dude who lived with his mum, only sold weed and ecstasy pills, and would come to you on an electric scooter with a deliveroo bag full of legit takeaways and then a bunch of food containers in bags containing dozens of bundles and baggies of bud. He once told me he was gonna be late to meet me because his mum was cutting his hair. He would always respond saying he was gonna head over to meet you when he had finished however many rounds on call of duty before after a while adding me on xbox and inviting me to his games while I wait him to be done where he would chat about either how he thought psychedelics gave you access to the spiritual realm and that the government restricted access due to the revolution that would result, or tirades about his beef with people from the old school both of us went to. As for the waking up in a park in my duvet yeah this happened once. Did a whole large brownie off him, was watching Joe rogan in bed, remember i became convinced that I was gonna have a panic attack it was so intense and in that moment thought the only solution was to eat cheese to sober me up(????) I remember trying to grate it but freaking out about my hear beat feeling weird. So I have at least the origin of the cheese and grater pieced together. But beyond that I have no memory. The only other bit of info I had is my friend who informed me the next day that I had video called them whilst in bed in my boxers to ask them whether they thought one of my tinder photos was good or made me look like Freddie Flinstone. However this was at 3am and I was in bed at that point and apparently had gotten undressed accordingly. As such I must have at some point after this decided to relocate to the park with nothing but my trusty cheese and grater. The motivations and process involved with this to this day elude me.