once, at the other side of the town, my friend insisted we bought a lot of weed. it was around midnight, and i went to score for him at this very sketchy place that was near there. i was goin to buy a '20' which is like equivalent to a fourth for you guys, this sketchy ass dude handed me a bag too small, i said wtf man that aint even half of a 20, he came closer and started confronting me, then another dude came out of nowhere and said 'do we have a problem?'. it was completely dark, in the middle of the sketchiest park of the city and these two dudes about to fuckin punch me so i kept quiet and left.
sat down on the curb, was goin to roll a joint and inside the bag was something that just wasn't weed. fucking fuck i got so mad.