So a bunch of us were chillin and drinking downtown at like 2 in the morning last summer and these two french guys from Quebec (I'm in BC) came out of nowhere and asked us where to find some bud. We had been out for a couple days and hadn't bothered to get any more lately. We pointed them in the direction of these rundown houses where we had never gone to get weed, so they departed. We never thought they'd manage to find any but they came back 20 minutes later and had some sick bud, crazy amount too. They pulled out this powerade bong, don't really remember what it looked like, but shit I was ripped as hell. We couldn't believe it even happened. The one guy started beat-boxing and he was pretty fucking good. So we got baked and listened to him lay down, crazy awesome night. One of our many good moments to look back on
They're known as the "crack shacks" There just one floor apartments. I'd say about 6 of them. I've never actually been inside, but on the outside they're just gross looking. Haven't been painted in ages, there's random shit all over their backyards, and the road leading to them is beat to hell too.
