So I used to live in a dorm and smoke a lot of bud, and also have a 4 plant grow op in my room. Keep in mind this was in Sweden where no distinction is made between pot, heroin and nuclear weapons. So Im chillin, smokin a joint in my room when someone knocks on the door. I don't think twice and go to answer (i live in a dorm and friends knock on my door all the time). I'm met by two undercover drug cops asking questions about a weed dealer living right next door to me. Behind me on my desk, in plain view from the door is my bubbler, an ashtray with like 5000 roaches in it and two jars of weed. In the hallway, about 4 feet from where the cops were standing is my grow closet, with bright lights shining through the cracks and a loud buzzing noise. They ask me a couple questions about the guy and I say I know nothing and they say thanks bye and I'm like mkay wtf. About a month later, at 1am someone rings my door and I go out to the main dorm door to open for two of my friends. While I'm out there talking to them three officers knock on the door to investigate about some dude getting beat up in the stairways and leaving a blood trail right up to my dorm. They have us all sit down in the common area and go into the rooms to investigate. My door is wide open and my grow closet is still buzzing and reeking in there. I'm pretty baked and pretty sure I'm gonna get busted. 5 mins later the cops come back and said they found nothing and head out. It seems since then, I've been running extremely bad life wise (this was about 3 years ago). Did I cash in all my luck in these two instances lol?
damn, that is fucking unbelievable and that blood trail to your room thing is creepy as hell what are the bad things that have been happening to you?