Me and a friend are on our way to pick up a quarter, we get there and the dealer asks us if we could drop him off somewhere and we are like yeah that's cool. Well the first awesome point of the night would be the fact that he sold us a like a 1/2 ounce for the price of a 15 sac. The second plus would be that he supplied us with a blunt wrap, the THIRD would be he lit up a blunt from his own pocket to smoke with us. So we smoke about half the thing and get to the place we have to go. My friend then asks "that blunt still goin?" "Oh you guys still wanna smoke?" The dealer says, "Well I got a few more places to go, we can smoke this and another if you want." Hell yes, hell yes. So we are in the car smoking a blunt and shit, make a stop at a gas station so he can get another wrap and he comes out...with 2 40s. Never drinking a 40 before I couldn't pass up the opportunity. (For anyone interested the driver didn't drink any) So the night is going pretty fucking awesome but then we get to this one place and I knew shit was gonna go down. We stop in front of this house of a person that wants to buy some green but we didn't notice a cop car so silently camped near us.... Well they creep by the car, I am scared as shit cause I have a 1/2 ounce in my pocket and a 40 right by my feet. They get to the end of the street, and stop... Turn around and go for another creep. The person we just picked up is pretty paranoid so we go to a dead end street to make the deal after the cops pull off. Guess who finds us.... Luckily the dealer bailed so we were clean but still, I was scared shitless. We still had the problem of the fact that the drivers tags were expired and he didn't even have his license on him. SOMEHOW we manage to get out of the shit. Fast forward, we get the weed, fast forward, we smoke a blunt as kind of a pat on the back to ourselves and life goes on. Moral of the story, watch out for cops