Had a rather interesting series of events on my way to Mohawk to buy a pack of smokes tonight. First of all, it was bloody cold out. No big deal. Halfway there, I ran into a group of 6 drunk natives. Normally not a big deal, but they tried to start a fight with me, no way in hell I was gonna fight all 6 of them. Lucky for me, a really big guy and some of his friends were coming around a corner at the time, and chased them off. After much thanking, they smoked a joint with me, and went their way. So I went, got my smokes, and enjoyed a much needed smoke. Almost home, I got stopped by the cops. Apparently someone broke into one of the stores minutes before I showed up, so they stopped me, and pointed fingers at me a bunch. They were gonna bring me in to the station for questioning, but after much explaining of what I was doing (coming home from getting smokes), and a call on the radio thingy later, they reluctently let me go.
I know, not that great of a story, but that was my night, heh.
