Last night was so sketchy. My bro met an old friend from high school who lives about 5-10 minutes away from us, and coincidentally he sells bud. So my brother and a friend of ours ride up the street to the gas station, and before the dude pulls up, a cop rolls by. The dude pulls up and asks if he can do the deal at our house, so my brother figured that'd be better than doing it right in front of the gas station.
We were originally gonna get 2g of KB for $30 and our friend was gonna cut the dealer's hair. Then the guy says he doesn't want a hair cut, so he'll do 2g for $35. We didn't have $35, so he says he's going back to his house to weigh out 1.5 for $30. (His house is only about 5 minutes from the gas station in one direction, ours is 5 minutes in the other.) He takes about 20 minutes to a half hour, and finally gets to our house. About 5 minutes after the deal, another cop creeps by our house while we're packing up a bowl. Then he drove by again the other way and drove up the road.