My weed man got scoped out by undercover narcotics agents. I pulled up, scored a half oz and drove off. Parked in an abandoned house's driveway was a Dodge Intrepid with tinted windows. I thought, damn, looks like I'm going to jail today. They pulled behind me, stoped me about a half-mile down the road. They brought out the drug dogs and all that shit. Hauled my ass to jail and investigated me for distribution (bullshit). I spent about 9 hours in a small holding cell until I bonded out. Misdemeanor possession of less than 1 oz. Twelve months probation, $725 fine, attend a risk reduction class. No drug tests. It really turned out better than I thought. It was just embarrassing because everyone at work found out (I work for a newspaper and they found it in the court documents a month later). In fact, this all happened a year ago on this very day. I get off probation in June. Its my only run in with the law. I don't even have a traffic ticket. Funny thing though, my dealer is still in business. I wonder what's up? Sometimes I think its the cops selling the shit and then busting people.