Meth-heads and other assorted druggies that go up and down, up and down, up and down the stairs of apartment complexes all nightlong, like perpetual motion, making buys and then going on their way.
There goes another one headed up the stairs and back down like slinkies, I swear that's the twelfth slinky scorin' tonight! No wonder they can pay their rent!
(Phrase) When a pothead has more than one joint and they are about to go smoke it with their friends, they'll use this term to describe the contents of their jacket pocket.