posted on Aug, 17 2004 @ 03:03 AM
ok, so im 31 when this happened to me. for all of my adult life, ive been productive, working, payin bills. the usual. then at age 30 it went bad, i
lost a good job (i screwed that one up bad!!) but long story short, i was out of work for the first time in 10 years, i was collecting unemployment,
and being a bum for a bit.
i couldnt afford the good stuff, so me and a friend were makin frequent trips to the south side, to get 3 for $25. so one day, after looking all day
we couldnt find a thing, he remembered a friend who had some, we drove and got a 20 dollar bag of the worst stuff ive ever seen. the kind where its
all shake in the corner of a bag with about 45000 seeds. pure garbage. so we go out the next day lookin again. we score 3 bags of some descent mids,
25 bucks, cant complain. we stop to get papers, and the cops pull right up and stop my buddy walkin in. i guess they had been watchin the spot we were
so now, im like, oh sh_t! theyre lookin at the car from across the street, its only a matter of time, #...what do i do??, so i do the only thing i can
think to do. one at a time, i start to eat them, gulp. not to bad. second gulp, a little harder.the third one, i almost puked. but sure enough, almost
on cue, they start headin my way...
"ok you! out of the car" so i get out, real cool like. he says"what do u got on you?" i told him "nothing" and he starts to frisk me, now i know
i got my rolling machine in my coat pocket, and i figure hes gonna find that, but cmon, were in downtown chicago, he aint gonna drag me in for that
thing. so im thinkin about all of this, when all of the sudden the cops says "HEY! whats THIS????" and im on the hood spread out, im not lookin at
it, and i say "what? its a rollin machine" cop:"not that, THIS??" i turn and look, its that friggin bag of bullsh_t from yesterday, i never
well, needless to say, my underware were clean untill that moment. all of the sudden all the thoughts of what my boyfriend in cook county lock up was
gonna look like. Im dyin, i mean seriously, but Im holdin it together. so the cop says"oh you forget about this, huh?" and i looked at him and said
"ya, honestly i did" he said "where you get it from?" and i said "some dude back in indiana, but its garbage" "no good, huh" he said.
He then preceeded to tell me that he could arrest me, impound my car, but that he wasnt going to. i was thinkin, oh thank you god thank you!!. so now
to the end. my friend and me take off go about 2 blocks and go to this little mexican restaurant, i go the bathroom and try to puke up them bags. (did
i mention, these were bad times?) anyrate, no luck, finger down my throat and all. it seemed the only way we were going to smoke, was if i waited
untill i woke up the next morning and drank a nice cup of coffee and had a cigarette....if ya know what i mean..lol ..so we drive home to indiana,
dejected i get out of my car, walk to the door, put my hands in my coat pocket to get my keys, and found that same bag of bullsh_t weed. the cop put
it back in my pocket...well, that night, the garbage worked just fine..
the moral of the story? be happy with what you got, and you cant always get what you want...but if you try sometimes...you get what ya need !!!
well, tell me what ya think.....