The worst night ever.
 

Ok so I'm sitting in the bathroom having just finished a number 2. Haven't even got to the toilet paper phase when someone knocks at the door. I'm supposed to be waiting for a guy to deliver the title to this car my parents bought so I rush out thinking it might be him. Instead its 4 cops who want to know if I'm growing weed and if I know these guys they just caught that said there were plants growing in the junkyard behind my house. They want me to go out and show them around the place, more than likely to see if I get nervous or something. Keep in mind that I have about enough time to get shoes on and then they want me outside with them. So I go grab my sandals and follow them around for 20 minutes while be interrogated regularly about just about everything.

The most interesting question was:

"So what do you think about people that steal things?"

To which the only answer I could come up with was:

"Well they shouldn't."

Let me tell you explaining to a group of cops that your parents are out of town visiting your half-brother in the hospital with your mother's ex-husband, who you happen to be renting the house from and lives next door, is not in any sense of the word fun. Mostly because it sounds like such a horrible story that it could never possibly be true.

Any story that starts with that first sentence there can't be a good one. It can be a hilarious one, but not a good one.

Nope apparently one of the guys growing it was still loose and at some point got back to where it was planted. Seeing as they didn't find it where the other guy said it was the assumption was the free one grabbed it and dumped it somewhere. They had a K-9 unit with them too that at one point I think they let loose to go look for the guy that was still free.

Wait... you just finished a #2 and you didn't get to the toilet paper... and then you proceeded to run around with some cops for 20 minutes? ..... Ewwwww....

I, on the other hand, would be beside myself with joy.

Shit, even if you didn't smoke like me you could sell it.

Hell even hippies'll buy that. "Organically grown" and "all natural" and all that jazz.

When is pot not organically grown? o.O

Why the hate on hippies? :(

So it was the worst night ever because you didn't get arrested for potentially growing weed?

Yeah, I'll bet that was harrowing.