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september 7, 1996
a super fan of 2pac is waiting for him outside his hotel, he got a packed bowl of some dank shit ready to smoke out 2pac and is holding his white lighter
“damn, i cant wait to meet 2pac and smoke him out, damn i cant wait!”
2pac comes out and the dude hands him the bowl
“damn thanks nigga, i needed that shit” says 2pac
the dude leaves and cant stop telling people what he just did, outtta nowhere dr dre runs up to him
“yo nigga, what you just do? you smoked out 2pac? with a white lighter?! that’s bad luck nigga god damn, you better pray nigga”
2pac gets shot, dr dre tells the dude to run, to leave town and he promises not to tell about the white lighter
flash forward to present day, the smithsonian institute is building a rap collection and wants the last lighter 2pac used to blaze up with, and they track the dude down, they find it and the backstory of the lighter in the dude’s suicide note, he couldnt face the fact he jinxed that sesh and killed 2pac
the end
