I remeber for a short stint when I was 17 dealing weed for these small deal dealers. I had gone out one day to deliver and brought a little extra to sell along the way. My buddy one night told me after a night of drinking, that that day, he came to my place to buy an 1/8, I wasn't home, so instead he broke into my house, looking through my freezer and my house, looking for my stash. Luckily I had it all with me, or he would have stolen it.

I haven't talked to him in 6 years since. When someone goes through that much trouble, to befriend you, and go through your things, and take money out of your pocket, that's the end of the line.

By the way, it sounds like your friend smoothed things over with a nice bowl. If he didn't have any weed and still confessed to you, would have still forgiven him?
Nochowderforyou Reviewed by Nochowderforyou on . Shitty Friend? So I went to Mammoth this weekend and left my 20 sack in an incredible hiding place in my house. When I returned home, my "best friend" informed me that he walked over to my house, searched through my stuff, eventually found my bud, and smoked it. He said he was sorry and that he was desperate, and then he proceeded to smoke me out with a couple bowls of some other weed (which was really good by the way). It seemed a little weird that he would take my weed, so I went home, and in a paranoid Rating: 5