one that stands out as an oddly overzealous cornball is dame dash. this is going back damn near 8 or 9 years now (just pre roc breakup). my friends used to throw a party at a restaurant barolo in soho. the restaurant has a large back garden (which is rare for manhattan) so when the weather was nice it basically turned into a lounge w good music, people chilling, drinking, smoking whatever. my friend and i were chilling at this table drinking and smoking on a glass one hitter. i guess he smelled the smoke and came over and asked to burn w us. we passed him the bowl and what not and he just started chatting away. name dropping random strains of weed he's smoked recently, completely amazed by the glass bowl we were smoking (literally claimed to have never seen one before), asked where he could buy one (the heads shops in the w vill are steps away), wanted to know if we could hook up our dealers. it got to the point where we thought he might have even been us but he sat there for like 10 mins chatting away. looking back maybe he was geeked up on yak or something like that but it was definitely a wtf moment.