I almost got arrested last night. It was a mixed feelings trip yesterday, a lot of things happened!
We were smoking around the city in my car, just having fun and chilling, tripping like mofos. Then we went to my neighborhood, I told my brother I was too tired to drive so he took the wheel and we switched seats. I was with my bro and some friends. Anyways, when we were in my neighborhood the cops showed up and my brother got scared and got on the sidewalk

The cops made us get out of the car (I had a lot of weed in a little plastic bag in my bag) they checked if we were drunk and then they searched the car, and eventually they searched my bag too... my weed was under my calculator in one of the pockets and they couldn't find it and I don't know... I don't understand how they couldn't! I was shitting my pants. Good luck was on our side last night.
I think we were saved because earlier when my friends went to buy rolling papers, I was waiting outside with my bro and two other friends and a South African man approached us and he asked me if I spoke English, I said yeah and then he showed me his shoulder which had some kind of metal stuck in it, it was strange. He said that he was lost in Bolivia, without money or documents or any relatives. I gave him some money (my friends didn't wanna give him money) and he shook my hand in a strange way, like wishing me or giving me luck. He said thanks and walked away, as he walked away I said "Good luck!" and he said "Good luck to you!"
It's weird, I know but that man saved my ass big time.