Bad dates are good material.

We met for lunch and he kept going on about how fed up he was with living with his parents (he’s 40 and unemployed). He then informed me that I shouldn’t be worried about his prospects–he would be ready to move out in a few months. And how was he planning to pay for this supposed big move with no job? With the profit he planned to make from the marijuana crop he’s growing! He said he expected to make about 10 grand, and that he does this every year, and it’s no big deal. I told him that was weird and illegal, and that I wanted no part of it. After which he became sulky and wouldn’t finish his lunch.