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𝟵 - 𝟵 - 𝟮𝟬
"You were going 85 in a 35, swerving from lane to lane. yet you have never gotten in trouble before?"
I kept my head down. "I was out of control."
I heard a click come from the cop's chest area. "Or intoxicated."
I was. I was high as fuck. Whatever I bought from that nigga was strong, but it was good as fuck.
I looked up. Familiarity came to me and I knew I wasn't tweaking when I heard his deep ass voice. or saw him his tall stature. "Wait. Ain you the-"
"It says in your records you went to studied UCLA, majoring in nursing." The cop said, raising his voice so my sentence was drowned in his words.
He was my plug, I was sure of that.Yet here he was questioning me? And we both knew any type of Marijuana was absolutely illegal in this state.
Just smokin and in the possession of weed can get you in jail up to five years. That's actually crazy, he's fucking crazy.
But you gotta respect a nigga's audacity. It wasn't my business to tell, even though I could and I wouldn't be in the wrong.
But I don't want to be the reason for a destroyed life.
You never know. He could have a wife and kids, a baby on the way, family. It wasn't my business
"Yet you aren't in the medical field." He finished, surveying me. He didn't trust me but I was being real lenient towards him.
Who knows? Maybe i could let something slip, disregarding everything I said or thought before. "How do you know?" I questioned
He was right. I did go study nursing, but I couldn't find a reason I wanted to be in nursing school. I was knee deep in student loans and I just wasn't feeling it anymore.
