You have a big imagination.
Those on the streets don’t need to be high to sucker punch your lights out...Just for giggles. Later when they get high, they have a good ol’ belly laugh recalling how they took turns stomping on your face before looting your pockets.
I don’t know why you think it’s such a stretch that Saint Trayvon was high that night.
It was really a perfect time for him to get high.
His dad was out for a night on the town with his girlfriend.
Here Saint Trayvon is, stuck in his dad’s girlfriend’s townhouse with her 12-year-old son.
His friends are back in Miami probably watching the NBA All-Star game, joking around and getting high and having a good time.
Saint Trayvon was probably feeling sorry for himself and decided to get a good buzz on.
It doesn’t take a lot of imagination to see that. We know the kid liked to smoke weed.