no, no, no, it was for pharmaceuticals.
fucked up story there.
tl;dr pick-up successful
long version:
So quick backstory, this dude's my best fucking friend. Brother. I'd do anything within my power for him if need be-type shit, and he also happened to turn into one of my main pill connects over the years.
Anyways, I hit him at 11am this morning. Set everything up, he was on his way 10min after the phone call (maybe a 30min drive from where he was to where I was). Shortly after pulling out of the driveway with his girlfriend driving, cops light 'em up while he's holding 15 bars and a half ounce of tree. They led the cops down the backroad for a bit while they
ate. fucking. EVERYTHING. Pulled over, cops dicked 'em around for about 45min (K9's and errythang) and didn't find shit so they let them go.
At this point, I get the text saying what happened and that they had to go back to the house to get more and then race back to my city and back home before the bars and tree fucked them beyond belief. I tried to talk him out of it but he said there was other shit he had to do in my neighborhood so might as well "get a flock of birds stoned at once" (his words, not mine.... TPB is life). I told him to be careful and to let me know if there'd be any more delays, and that since he had all that shit in his system I was gonna hit his phone every hour until we linked up or I talked him into going back home. That was around 1pm.
So I call every hour, on the hour. Feel like I'm getting dicked around every step of the way, because eventually 6pm rolls around and I've given up all hope. I roll a joint, pop my last 0.5mg and go outside to smoke, and just as I sparked my lighter my dude's girl calls me crying hysterically. They got into an accident.
ONE STREET FROM MY FUCKING HOUSE. She said the steering wheel locked on her around the main circle and veered her car straight into another car parked on the side of the street, and ended up tipping her car on it's fucking side.
Crazy part is I was outside smoking a cigarette when it happened. I heard the crash, heard the sirens and thought I sure hope it isn't them... but they were supposed to call
before they pulled into the neighborhood so I shrugged it off.

Then I went back in to twist up before I got the call.
My boy got med-evac'd to the hospital for back injuries. I picked up his girl, took her home, smoked a J with her and bought my Xanax. Then I brought her to the hospital he was flown to and I'm waiting to hear word about what's going on with my brother from another mother.
When the Xanax wears off I have a feeling I'm going to be really depressed.