I used to have a nasty heroin addiction. Me and a friend planned to rob this dude for his oxy 30's, a whole script 120 pills. We got in dudes car me in front seat my boy in the back. I need to mention, my boy is/was fucjing wreckless and the definition of fucking hood thug, he'd rob anybody. So we hop in the car and my boy in the back seat . dude pulls out the bottle of oxy and I pull out $80 dollars in ones tens 5's and shit to look like $900. Right then my boy grabs dude by the neck choking the shit out of him and yells to me to grab the pills. The pills spilt , like 25%-40% of them all over the car so my boy has to hold onto him while he's kicking and throwing his fists wildly (with the car fucking moving) while I pick up and scavenge all the pills I could off the ground and cup holder. Got most of them, I hop out and dip while my boy still has him by the neck. When I got out, I sprinted behind these apartment buildings and hid out, and my boy got out the car after me and ran another direction looking for me but ran totally the opposite direction, and the guy driving sped , hopped a curb into the grass and smashed into my boy. He hit the windshield and cracked it with his face, he had to get stitches for it. He rolled onto the ground and got up running and lost his phone, so I didn't see him for a good 5-6 hours. I went back to his crib and waited for him (while getting high lol) and out of nowhere he shows up smiling, with his face fucked up and stitches on his eye. Told me he went to the hospital and got stitches "at least I got the pills though". And that's when I realized how much of junky scumbags we really were...to only care, after my boy getting ran over , that we got the pills...