I am standing chest-deep in a dank, muddy concrete-lined hole in Silver Lake, staring eye-level into a duffel bag full of high-grade drugs.
It smells strongly of marijuana - despite the fact that someone sealed it tightly into jars, Ziplocs and professionally…
…god, this just reminds me of the this time my parents were digging in their garden all day, and then that night some guy came to their door and was like I KNOW YOU FOUND MY GUN GIVE ME MY GUN. To which they replied, nope!
But the next day they went out and dug some more and found his gun and were like SHIT. I’m just as glad this happened before I was born.