It all started with those damned cops. Me and my friends were bored one night (with a shit load of money) and decided to buy 3 ounces, one per person, and roll blunt after sweet blunt. But alas, a problem would arise, for you see, my connect couldn’t get that much weed until 9:00 pm, and it was only about 8:15 when I called. He then asked if we wanted to chill and blaze up while we waited. What am I going to say? No? Fuck that, I took him up on his (strangely generous) offer and we were on our way to delicious chronic goodness.
We arrive at his apartment and he is sitting on his tattered sofa, joint in hand and ready for smoking. Two joints later, his cell phone rings and the chron is waiting a block from his house. Now, we weren't smoking IN his apt., we were smoking IN FRONT of his apt., right outside the front door. So, get this, 3-5 minutes after he leaves to get the shit (with our money), 3 fuckin squad cars screech up to us all crazy-like with their sirens and all that bullshit! We reeked of weed, our breath stunk, our eyes were red, veiny, baggy and all that good shit, and we were sitting in one of the most burnt spots in the city. So we did what any normal pothead would do in our situation, we took out our guns and shot the cops... nah, just kidding, we ran as fast as we could in separate directions.
The next day we went back to the connects house to get our money back, only to find that he wasn’t there. As we take our leave, we see the little asshole (oh yeah, I forgot to mention he's 3 years younger than us) walking back home. He catches a glimpse of us and takes off, fastest I’ve seen anybody run in my life. To make a long story short, we catch up to the bastard, ask for our money, he says he doesn’t have it, we pound the fuck out of his stomach until he admits he has it, take our cash back (and then some), pound his stomach again, and head on our way. And thanks to those damned cops...we lost a perfectly good connection.
