Long story short...3 car collision....punched in the face with an air bag...wow my cars filling with smoke ...better get out...let me grab some shit that I don't want to burn in the car...weed was in a locked brinks box in the trunk and had about an ounce and couple viles of goo ...threw the shit I gathered in the trunk with my weed...ran to see if everyone was OK,everyone was OK...looked back my car wasn't on fire....here come the sirins....

This is what gets me everytime I tell this story...some old hag goes to the cop and says "that boy was doing wierd things after the accident"...So the cops were cool...they saw me running around limping helping people....
Mostly it seemed the cops didn't know what to do about my MJ...showed him my script and everything seemed cool...then "we're going to have to take this,you'll get it back after you go to court"

I didn't think they could take it...shit the cop didn't even really want to take it.