1982 or 83, Six Flags summer concert series with Night Ranger
(we went to every concert no matter what) and we had some sticky-bud. Brought one fat joint for two of us for the evening because it was great weed, there would be other weed there, and it was one hit weed. And if you got busted you didn't want it all disappearing. Smoked it in bowls almost exclusively because it was "Just say NO" and good weed was scarce.
Anywho, we were towards the back on a hill with no law in sight. I lit up, passed it to the girl, then hit it once more when she handed it back and was putting it out when the inevitable Mr. Jones walked up. "Hey man, lemme hit that"
He took a puff and I was reaching for it to put it out, and he hangs on to it to get one more hit - and hangs on to it - and I finally remove it from his cold dead hands
Dude was fucked up! He sat down and watched the rest of the concert - probably slept there.
We left with a fat roach