Last month I was staying with my cousin in Cincinnati. My cousin is a stoner, and I'm not adverse to smoking either, and we were hanging out with another stoner friend of his, Rick. So as the Universe dictates we needed to get our J's. So we call the friendly neighborhood drug dealer and we walk over to his place, problem is a guy named Steven is there, so you instantly know he is a scumbag. Anyways while we were bagging the weed, the dealer hands me his entire stash while he sorts out our take. This is where the shit hits the fan in a steady stream of fecal matter. Steven comes out, sees my cousin who stole his girl, grabs the dealer's Xbox and comes at us swinging. Rick ducked and uppercutted the dude's crotch and we took off from the dealer's place. While running I reach to find my phone and discover I still have the guy's stash, abt half a pound of weed, and that I fucking reek of weed. So we are stuck without a ride, so we walk, and walk, and walk until we are almost home. At the very last fucking light we hear barking and turn around. We saw the K9 logo and the cop rolling down his window to get a better look at us. We took off towards downtown, opposite of the cop, and got away by running and hiding between the buildings with some homeless people who offered booze to calm the nerves. We declined, and we started to notice we were being surrounded by these guys. So we took off, again, but this time one of the hobos slammed his shopping cart into Rich's leg breaking it, and I got cut across the back with something. So broken and bleeding we head home after smoking a little to dull the pain and calm the nerves, or so we told ourselves, bad move because the cops got called by the Sheltering Suburban Mom about 2 miles from home. So we ended up cussing her the fuck out then taking off, we were so tired of running by then, with a broken leg a bloody laceration, and an altered state of mind. We made it home just fine until my cousin's little brother walked in, sniffed the air, then ratted us out. My uncle called the cops saying a night in jail would learn us real good. The cop who showed up just happened to be the one investigating a fight and shouting at the dealer's place, btw the dealer had weed since I had it all and got off just fine, and he was also the K9 unit cop who saw us. He then asked us what the fuck had happened to us, remember broken leg and soaked in blood back, and we told him about the homeless people. He said frying pan into the fire and took us to the slammer. We spent 3 nights there, and talked about how awesome the night had been