Ok, so a little back story: My friend came over to my apartment to chill with myself and my girlfriend. Long ass story in a nutshell, I left for work (graveyard shift), and come home on my break to find out that he got drunk and loud, causing a noise complaint. They sent the cops, we had plants in our closet, they entered legally (since apparently he thought it was polite to invite them in), and she was told she would be contacted about a court date. Fast forward to today, three hours ago. Got home from a long night of hard work, and sat down on the couch to eat and watch tv. Knock at the door, and immediately three officers came in and arrested her on the spot. They saw me, and didn't know what to do (since I wasn't present on the night of her conviction). Then they saw my pipe sitting in a small nook in the kitchen and arrested me too. Just hopped a cab back, and instantly came here, hahaha. Anyway, we're in deep shit. Oh, and of course, they tried to get me to "work with them" and snitch a few people, but I said I only knew them as Mr. Pink and Mr. White, which to my amusement they instantly scribbled down (don't think they got the Tarantino reference). Anyhow, fingerprinting and toe-tapping ensued, and I got back here, to an Apartment that might evict me, and no weed. God Bless America.