Well, I think it's time for a story, I have been told at times that it's better not to let the truth get in the way of a good one. I've been seeing alot of shows referring to " bigfoot, yeti, lizard man, ect. ", everyone trying to prove it's existence, so this story, or chain of blurry facts and events welded to my memory will come to light now. On a hot summer day a very dear friend of mine and I were " hanging out " as one might say, and he asks me if I would like to go for a ride and score some weed. He told me never to reveal the location we were headed to, that he was very trusted and allowed to bring folks there that he trusted. So I got the picture and here we go. We pull up a long winding road in the hills to a settlement like village. I'm getting out of the car, noticed movement to my left, and turned in that direction to see if it was a mad pitbull or some other dangerous thing that I should be payin close attention to. This is when it gets wierd. Out of the garage of the main structure of this village comes a creature, about 7 feet tall, very hairy, smokin a joint! I'm a pretty open minded guy, and had decided in my heart that if I ever encountered one of these that I would try to remain calm and show that I had no ill intentions. This bigfoot ( I'm quite sure that's what it is, a large male one at that ) walks over to my compadre and starts chattering with him in an excited chorus of what seemed to be words, some comprehensible, some not. Well, I'll tell ya, this is what I'm seein; first, there's a friggin bigfoot inches from my friend, he's conversing with it, IT'S SMOKIN A FRIGGEN JOINT!, and now it's lookin at me! Me, ( I try to think of myself as someone not prone to panic in desperate situations ) tryin ta keep my cool, offer my hand to him to see what happens. This huge creature takes my hand and shakes it much like a human would shake hands. After that initial shock wore off I'm beginning to get used to bein near him without fear that he's gonna harm my buddy or myself ( those things are large and powerful, and I can only imagine the damage that one of them could impose on a fellow if it decided to ) he ( bigfoot ) starts up a short hill to a different portion of this " village ". My bro and I follow close behind, and low and behold, bigfoot takes us to an enclosure packed with weed plants that are around 12 feet tall and way heavy with sweet fruit. We all got sorta quiet, like we entered some kind of bigfoot shrine, me standing in amazement at the site of these weeds. After that point I have always been very good friends with this particular bigfoot, taking liberties as such that I treat his territory as my own, never to reveal its location, and having the extreme privelege of bringing another person with me, unknown to bigfoot............if I ever find another human capable of enduring the initial shock and terror.......of bigfoot, able to keep the secret of this amazing creature, and the location of his precious lair.