Almost busted.

So the summer before last Ive got a lousy $7 in my pocket and I go to the spot. This spot is an old dilapidated two story thats fallin apart  near McDougall and Warren where an old couple I know sells their shit for the main guy. Ive been buying this same product for years and I trust it, but I do feel sorry for the old couple doin the sellin but their old heads and they know the deal. I ride up on my bike, walk around the side of the house and put my money in the cup on a string and yell up "yo, one blow" I hear something resembling a "yeah, okay" and I wait. "Hey man, I need one blow" and I wait, and I wait. I keep hearing them up there but their not haulin the cup up to the second floor with my money in it. Ive got to get to work but this is the best blow around so as I decide to keep waiting I hear screeching rubber up front of the house. I see a big black van and a bunch of brothers in black, and one sister all jumpin out of the van. My body was movin toward the backyard because I knew who they were. I crept slowly with the intention of sneakin around the abandoned house next doors back yard and maybe get to the alley where I could make it to McDougall. "Get the fuck up to the front of the street white boy" screams a pudgy little sister in regular police uniform. I got the impression she was somehow the caretaker of this narco crew because everyone else was in black para-military garb with the bloused pant cuffs in the combat boots and heavy belts loaded down with maglights pepper spray, handcuffs, and other toys. I automatically had my hands half up way and walked toward the front of the house where I was cuffed and told to sit on the curb. About five of the narcos had taken the door with a huge crowbar type tool and were now upstairs searching the place. I just had to wait, as I wasnt in the house and I hadn't even gotten my drugs yet, shit, my money was still in the cup. I was thinking I was free and clear when I started to think more clearly, FUCK, I had eight 1/8 ounce bags of weed all bagged up in my backpack. If it were even an ounce of weed in one bag it would not be a problem but eight seperate bags meant intent. I didnt have any underwear on beneath my shorts, that meant I had to go through seven days in D-Block downtown without any underwear, and my socks werent washed yesterday either. Everyone in the jailhouse would be givin me shit for the next week but it didnt compare to the hell Id be going through without my dope. At least when I got out my tolerance would be low.
  The brothers started searchin me and found my shit right away, I told them it was medicinal just tryin to get a laugh out of them, trying to lighten the mood as I knew some weed was no big deal. I didnt tell them about my $7 in the cup on the side of the house hoping they wouldnt find it and of course take it. They kept me cuffed for another 20 minutes, wrote down all the info they could out of me in a big black handwritten ledger meant to categorize all the so-called street thugs then unhooked me.of I rubbed the blood back into my hands and grabbed my bike An obvious elder of the cops motioned me to the back of the black van, out of sight. He seemed like someone I might know, he had medium length dreads, obviously a longtime undercover. He looked me up and down and asked me what I did for work, I said I was a carpenter of sorts. Dread didnt feel like a cop to me but he was, he felt like one of my hipster acquaintance from the Cass Corridor. Dread asked if Id like to make some money, I swear to god when he asked me that question he seemed ashamed, as if he knew I wasnt of this street stock, that I was something more, something on the level of himself and he was asking me to be a snitch for money. I said no and he motioned for me to go. of I rubbed the blood back into my hands and grabbed my bike. As I got on my bike I looked at the cop who had hooked me up "Can I get my weed back now?" "Oh man we got a joker" he said with a thin smile. "Its medicinal man, Ive got pain" I didnt wait for his response, I just rode off while the head female threatened me with the cuffs again, she didnt like jokes, for her it seemed this drug war was actually real, as if she was really making a difference. I rode away with a smile.