I'm going somewhere with my mother by car. I'm driving, and when we arrive at the place I have to go up a steep path. An old man crosses slowly in front of the car, and since I'm worried about doing something wrong, I pull the handbrake before leaving again. At this point, though, we leave the car and apparently forget about it. We're now walking up the steps of the bleachers around a sports court. Mom walks on ahead and gets seated. I lag behind, as I'm pulling up a wheeled pack. Since there's people sitting around, it makes it even more cumbersome, as I have to ask them to excuse me repeatedly. Behind my mother and to her left (in front of me), where two guys and a girl. They seemed to be goths or something similar, all wearing black clothes and leather, as well as wearing heavy makeup. The three seemed to be high, and had sleepy eyes and lazy behavior.

I'm not sure if we saw them smoking something, but we somehow knew they were drug addicts, and were potentially dangerous. I ask the couple to excuse me and they ignore me, before leaving moments later. The other guy stays, sitting with his legs open, taking a lot of space from the bleachers. I was next to him, pulling up the bag and ask him to excuse me and move his leg a little. He moves it a few centimeters, barely enough for me to pass with the luggage. "There. Moved it." I struggle but manage to pull my stuff up the stairs, then move from behind and sit on my mother's right. She seemed really shocked and saddened to see the addicts.