These kids called me to buy some because one of my friends at the mall told them I had shrooms. I thought it was innocent enough, whatever. They were drunk out of their minds when they met me... and I had the quarter bag on my lap. The kid gets in my car but doesn't shut the door. He sort of sits on the seat. The shrooms are squished flat so I weigh it out for everyone. Well, I reach back into my back seat to get the scale and the kid just rips them out of my lap and takes off.

I chased them in my car, but I knew they wouldn't lead me to where they were going and eventually lose me, but I got their plates. The next day I went on to the net to see if there was a way to see who owned the car the plates were licensed too, but it was a no go. I only had the one kids cell number so I contacted some members of Verizon via the internet and they got the information for me.

I'm pretty sure they had the intention to pay me, but the kid just acted in a moment of drunken stupidity. I got the information of the kid who set it up, and I'm soon getting the information of the kid who actually took them.

Both of them are home on extended breaks from college. I'm getting the 80 dollars back one way or the other, and I'll probably still break the back window of the cadillac they rolled up on in the first place.