omfg.. i thought i was gonna go back to jail tonight.. my stupid self decides to bring along my scale with me, and my friend had bomb on him and he was driving. Well, on the way to our homegirl's house, a cop sees that his headlight is off and pulls us over. He found out I was on probation, and he fuckin' searched us.. found my scale, found the bomb. I thought for sure that I was gonna go back.. after the cop searched the car, he gave my friend a fix-it ticket for the light, and for possession of marijuana. He let me go and told me to get rid of my scale.

It was awful and embarassing.. that's the last time I bring my shit out of the house.. I could only imagine if the cop hadn't been so lenient.