We spotted this payload on our way to work this morning. Having waded through a veritable sea of melted liquor minibottles and scorched apples the past ten or so Monday mornings, we were ready to just be like, "Oh, drugs," and press on without a second glance. But then we did take a second glance and entered a world of cultural bafflement previously accessible only to illiterates and bushmen.Have a good look at those bottles: No burn marks, no resin, only one hole. Are kids that stoked about fucking ginseng that they'll take the time to punch a straw through the little metal bottle cap? Three times?! What happened to downing robitussin or whipping rocks at the mail man, or something that makes one lick of fucking sense? Maybe they thought it would get them high--or they were already on drugs? Seriously, this one's really eating at us.