Thenumber137, 36

To the city! I drove to the beautiful city of San Francisco. There my comrades and I ventured through until we found some homeless people looking to sell weed. One of my lesser enlightened friends bought some, and smoked it in the car as I drove back home. As we were leaving I saw the cautionary red and blue lights flash behind me. I pulled over and waited for the officer to tell me to roll down my window. When I rolled my window down, a wave of vapors came pouring out of the window. The officer asked for my licence and went back to his vehicle to check my name out. feelings of dread and uncertainty sweated out of my pours. Right as I was sure that I would be going to jail that night, the officer ran back to my car and chucked my licenses back through the window. He yelled something incoherently and drove off in a hurry with his lights on. That night I learned a valuable lesson, In the ocean there's always a bigger fish, and in San Francisco there's always someone more doped up than you.