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The second worse night of my life:
- We leave Carlton's after smoking out, get in my car and I decide to load a bowl. Suddenly, a security guard shines his light into the car. I have a large sack of pot clearly sitting on the dashboard (mind you, every part of this situation was beyond neglectful on my part). Shane tells me to leave.
- I start the car and the guard jumps in back, attempting to stop me.
- I jump the curb to turn my car more to leave. He's collecting my license plates. Fortunately the make and model of the vehicle had torn off and smudged long ago. I think I may have hit a parked car on my way out.
- Marcus decides to take our sacks and walk. Apparently he tried to jump a fence and tore his hands up badly.
- I squeal out of the apartment, cruise through backroads and finally end up back at Shane's complex, where I back in to a parking spot to hide my plates and stickers.
- I find out that Marcus had to head home with our pot, leaving us nothing to smoke when we got back.
I'm drinking a bottle of really expensive brandy right now and I'm afraid this is going to haunt me later.
Lessons learned? NEVER load a bowl in public. ALWAYS have my keys handy. KEEP MY CAR CLEAN. I probably could make 8 grams out of all the seeds and stems on my floor.
Fuck tonight. Fuck practice tomorrow. Fuck not having pot to smoke after getting the most shaken up I've ever been besides my New Years' escapades.
- We leave Carlton's after smoking out, get in my car and I decide to load a bowl. Suddenly, a security guard shines his light into the car. I have a large sack of pot clearly sitting on the dashboard (mind you, every part of this situation was beyond neglectful on my part). Shane tells me to leave.
- I start the car and the guard jumps in back, attempting to stop me.
- I jump the curb to turn my car more to leave. He's collecting my license plates. Fortunately the make and model of the vehicle had torn off and smudged long ago. I think I may have hit a parked car on my way out.
- Marcus decides to take our sacks and walk. Apparently he tried to jump a fence and tore his hands up badly.
- I squeal out of the apartment, cruise through backroads and finally end up back at Shane's complex, where I back in to a parking spot to hide my plates and stickers.
- I find out that Marcus had to head home with our pot, leaving us nothing to smoke when we got back.
I'm drinking a bottle of really expensive brandy right now and I'm afraid this is going to haunt me later.
Lessons learned? NEVER load a bowl in public. ALWAYS have my keys handy. KEEP MY CAR CLEAN. I probably could make 8 grams out of all the seeds and stems on my floor.
Fuck tonight. Fuck practice tomorrow. Fuck not having pot to smoke after getting the most shaken up I've ever been besides my New Years' escapades.