We talked a bit. He told me he needs money to buy his kids food. He invited me behind the juice bar to check out the juicer and DABS. I was drunk but I think DABS is some kind of hash made from oil. Still not positive because the evening is still hazy in my mind. He offered to make me juice, I declined. He showed me various other items that I can't get into here. He kept telling me that he couldn't believe that I wasn't "scared" to hang out with him. He said most tourist would be fearful in the middle of the night. I told him my friend and DH were at the fire and invited him for a beer. We had a couple of beers and jammed and sang by the fire. It was a great time. I wanted to hear more Reggae and invited him to BB and told him I'd buy him another beverage but he said he may be up later but he was tired. I think he went back to sleeping wherever he was sleeping when he popped out of nowhere. DH had a great time jamming on seven mile beach. We had talked about having this moment for the past 2 years so it was great we were actually there living the dream we so often talked about.