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After-hours
So I was at an after-hours club and I went into the bathroom to pop one. Well, I wasnt paying attention and I didnt notice a plain clothes security guard follow me in and go into the stall right next to me. I come out of the stall (still had l\half in my pocket) and this dude busts out and starts tripping on me.
him - empty your pockets!
me- what?
him-empty you fucking pockets man!
me- I dont have shit
him- DO IT!
me - (pull out my cell and a lighter)
him- where'd you get the stuff man, just tell me where you got the coke!"
I proceeded to fuck around with him, telling him I didnt have anything and that I was taking a tylenol, lol. Bitch ass, what the fuck was he gonna do. Anyway the werid part is, when we first came in I got asked like 5 times if I was looking for anything. Now the security guard went up to one of these dealers after and they started talking, pointing at me and shit. So I wonder if it was a sting? I dunno. I didnt buy off the guy so it dosnt matter. Anyway I laughed everytime I saw the guard cause I was able to get myself out of that shit. The thing that pisses me off the most is that I let the dude sneek in right behind me. I always so aware of shit like that. Like if a car is following me for more than a few minutes ill always notice, even if its a few cars back. Oh well.
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