Gather 'round children. I have a story to tell.
So last wednesday night I had been weedless for about a week, as I was unable to reach my dealer, and was heading to a fav bar to do some drinking with the guys. I rode my 2003 Honda Ruckus scooter, my main mode of transportation in summers.
As soon as I pull of my street and onto a main avenue there is this car riding my ass, reving its engine, and honking. I kept riding and thinking to myself "who the fuck is this asshole? I'm not going to let some prick ruin my night." I figured it was some kid making fun of my HOG. After a few blocks I look back at the car, glare at it, then move to the side. He comes up along side and it turns out to be non-other than my dealer. "Pull over brah, I've got some dank shit let's smoke!"
So I pulled over and parked my scooter and hopped in his car. We smoked and it was delish. I mentioned how I was out of weed and was trying to get ahold of him to get a new 8th. Turns out he had one bag on him and I scored it. He followed me to the bar so I could withdraw cash for the bud. 35$ for an 8th of decently dank weed. A sale that he made by nearly running down a customer.
I learned a valuable lesson that night. Not ever car that rides your ass, honks, and revs is a prick. Sometimes really good things can happen