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SCARY story last night... close call
My dealer is pretty big. Enough to make it real sketch when buying weed off him because there's always other people in the process of that when I pull up. Theres about 3 small suburbs here in San Diego that get their bud off the same guy. One bad part is my dealer is NOT sketch which makes it sketch. He is the type that doesnt care if your holding your money in your hand and walk up to the window and hold the baggie in hand... I mean everyone does it. Well last night I went to pick up a half ounce of good buds. I come up to the window with a lot of money but realize I didn't need it all so I preceed to take all $140 out of my pocket and begin counting it in open view. Finally I give him the money, grab the bud and stick it in my pocket and begin walking to my car. As I get in my car and begin reversing the worst thing ever happens, a cop slowly creeps into the apartment complex we were in where most of the deals take place. He drives by REAL slow with his white lights on... So I pretend I dont see shit and just keep backing out and begin to leave... as were about to exit the complex another TWO cops come in. Now were thinking... WERE FUCKED! The cop makes me roll down my window and asks me if I have seen an
y suspicios activity and I said no. I was able to leave and I GOT THE FUCK OUTTA THERE! Wow, I need to have my dealer meet me where I WANT him to meet me.... too close for my comfort. And here's what was in my car if the cop decided to pull me over:
-1/2 oz of bud
-2 foot bong
-Scale
-More than one baggy
-And a pipe
Yeah... I would have been fucked
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Originally Posted by scoobydooby67
youre quite obviously turning into a mushroom.
id say youve got a month tops before your rooted to a wet log in the woods.
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Last edited by Motoxridah; 09-23-2006 at 06:05 PM.
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