This is a work of complete and utter fiction. None of this ever happened.

Let me clear this up... first things first I don't drive. I'm 18 and I have no interest in driving at the moment, I prefer to get buses and trains. But from the ages of 15 - 17 I worked for a guy who would sell anything from 4 to 15 ounces of bud a night. Every single day he would get calls and write them down, then at 5:30 we would start work and finish at 12:30. He couldnt drive because he was banned so he got another guy to drive whilst he took the calls and I would be given the stuff to go into houses, get the money and bring it back to him. We used to have a load of trouble of the police practically every single day, when you are operating in the center of the second biggest city in the country every single day in some of the shadiest hotspots you get noticed a LOT. Anyway this one time we went to do a llate drop in a supermarket car park, I got out the car and went into the other guys ride, sorted him out and went back to my boss. He shouted out the window for me to get in so ran and hopped in and he said that the old bill had just slowly gone past the entrance to the supermarket and saw me moving between the cars. Our driver sped out, I looked right and no joke the cop car was speeding like fuck, it swung round the mini-island and came back round towards us with blues and twos blaring. We started reaching speeds of about 70 or 80 on these tight little roads whilst getting 8 ounces of stuff into a white carrier bag. When it was all in I told the driver to stop the moment he pulled round a corner, he did so and I got out the car with the bag and ran back round the corner just as the police were going past. I heard a door slam behind me and I knew that they'd let one out to chase me so I just kept running and running. I hopped over a garden fence, ran round to a side gate, opened that, crossed the road and hopped over their fence, threw the bag containing the shit on the garage roof and then went garden hopping. About a minute and a half later I was grabbed hiding behind some bins and taken into custody. They were asking me all sorts of questions like who was I travelling with, what happened to the bag I was carrying, why did I run etc but I didnt say a word. It turns out that they never caught up with my boss and because I didnt do anything wrong they had to let me go (after spending a night in the cells for resisting arrest). That night I thought about what would have happened if I had been caught.... so I rang my boss and quit. The next day I got the bus up to where we got chased, climbed onto the roof and got the bag. Needless to say I kept that But about a year ago I saw my boss on the news after an undercover policeman tried to buy weed off him, he realised, shut the door on his hand and dragged him up the road for a quarter of a mile. He got 3 years for that. Guess some people just dont know when to stop......