Friday started like a normal day, went to school, went to work. 8 hours later, after my long shift, I'm ready to unwind. I take the metro to my friend's house where we match blunts. We had 3 blunts, which is a lot for me as I have a low tolerance. I was so fucked it was ridiculous. The owner of the house then announced that everyone had to be out in 2 minutes. I didn't care, fuck her. I make plans to chill with my friends who were there but they decide to drop me off after a bit. I got a phone call 10 minutes after I got dropped off from my other friend who was there (but was not with us on the way home). He informed me that my friend had been pulled over and busted. I felt bad for the dude, but he had it coming. He's a total dumbass while driving and I'm not surprised he got caught. So he was in jail last night and probably is still there today. I was just thinking how lucky I was. If i would have been with them instead of them dropping me off, I would have been busted for sure. Goes to show that Karma does come around.