once upon a time, i did favor for a "friend". picked up two bags, one for me, one for him. all in all, weighing 7g. on my way to his house and my own home, i noticed the front wheel of my car feels funny. i pull off the road, about three miles from the "friend's" house, into the parking lot of a store that was closed. one thing to keep in mind, this is all out in the middle of nowhere. i realize my car has a flat tire, and get back in my car to think of a solution. even at this time, i am stoned, but break out the zig-zags and my bag of weed so i may change the flat tire in 15 degree weather while smoking a joint. after i've finished rolling the joint, i pop the hatch of my eg, and get the necessary materials to change a flat. i remove the lug nuts with minimal effort. but even after i've lifted the car with the horrible scissor-jack as far as the scissor-jack will lift, the wheel will not come off. at this point, i am confused. i think the jack has lifted the car enough to get the wheel off. this is just too much for me, so i light the joint. after taking two or three hits and reassessing the situation, i realize the tire is still touching the ground. i stub the joint, to be re-lit once i am in control. luckily i have an entrenching tool in my car, and can dig under the tire. the wheel comes right off after that, and it was quick work to put the donut on my car and lit the joint again while admiring my handiwork. i lowered the jack and put it back in its spot, but as i am rolling the tire to the back of my car, i hear a car door slam shut. i drop the joint, turn around, and exhale/sigh at the sight of a county deputy holding a flashlight. the deputy asks what i am doing in the parking lot of a closed store, and i can barely stammer my story of a flat tire. he circles my car with his flashlight, looking at the hole i dug and locating the roach i dropped when he showed up. he asked if i would mind it if he were to search my car, and to my dismay, he said it did not matter because he had found a roach next to my car and that he smelled marijuana when he had gotten out of his car. i was fucked. there was another roach in my ash tray with a small bowl to my hookah. he located my bag easily, as it was located in a pocket under the radio. he asked me if that was all, and i told him that it was. he decided i was lying, and searched my car more thoroughly than i had thought possible without a drug dog. i'm not sure if you are familiar with the backseat of a civic eg, but in the middle of the seat it is possible to lift it enough to slid a bag under. that is where my "friend's" weed was located and found. needless to say, the deputy was not amused. he said he could arrest me under suspicion of distributing drugs, because i had two seperate bags, but he wouldn't because he was going to write me two tickets, one for possession of marijuana, and one for possession of paraphenelia. tickets because in my state, marijuana is decriminalized. he wrote the tickets and left. once i got home, i found about 5 messages from my "friend" on myspace. each of them asking where the f*@& i was. i replied telling him the basics of my story, and he agreed that it sucked balls. my tickets totaled $650. on top of that, my friend told me i had to pay him back for the weed i lost. i disagreed with him on that, because i'm sure i could have told the deputy what was going on, but didn't. tell me if what i said was unfair. since that happened, my friend and i hung out on one occasion. i was giving him a ride into the capitol city of our state to buy a bag of weed, and purchasing blunt wraps for him because he is a minor. that day was a success, we got high and drove around for awhile despite a major snowstorm. about a week after we hung out, he started talking about how i still owed him money. it was also around this time that i was behind on the payments i had arranged with the state to pay off my tickets. if i couldn't come up with a certain amount of money in a week, i was going to jail. i said i couldn't pay him and explained the situation, and he was a dick about it, so i told him i was going to jail for his bag of weed and that he was an a$%hole for saying that i owed him money for it. that was the last time i heard from him until today, when he messaged me on myspace asking if i would give him some numbers because his usual contact was at work (another high schooler). i sent him one number, off of the rejection hotline website. does this make me an a$%hole?