After I had the most bizarre experience ever. Sophomore year of college, I moved into this house next door to where all my friends were living in Boulder, Colorado. I didn't know my new roommates, but they all seemed like chill dudes. They smoked a lot of pot, but it was Boulder and who didn't? My first few months, I noticed that a lot of high school students would swing by the house, then leave a few minutes later. I started getting to know my roommates better, and quickly discovered that they were among Boulder's most notorious drug dealers. They were cool with me, though, so I just stayed out of their way. One time, a family of authentic, off-the-grid hippies (complete with a 5-year-old boy named something like "Stargazer") came and set up a tent in our backyard that connected to our living room via a sliding glass door. They sort of occupied the living room and backyard for a few weeks, and stole $#*! Out of my bedroom. One night, I was sitting in the living room alone, and all my roommates burst in the front door shouting. One of them was bleeding from his nose. They ignored me and kept shouting about how they we're going to "go back and get those $#*! Ers" and each went to their rooms. A minute later, they all came back out with handguns and ran out the door. I asked to end my sublease early the next day, and I think the hippie family moved into my room as soon as I left. No idea what happened to any of them.