On December 30, I woke up at 1:30 PM, rolled up a J, went outside to smoke it, came back in. Then the scariest shit ever happened to me. My brother's friends came running into my house saying my bro just got hit by a car. Being a pothead I thought they were kidding. They weren't. I had no idea what to do! My little bro was just laying by the side of the road bleeding everywhere. That sight kinda ruined bud for me. I didn't like blood to begin with, but there was so much. I was high, so I was freaking out like a mofo. I cursed out two cops and an EMT because they wouldn't bring him to the hospital I wanted him to go to.