So back around 5 years ago, I got into an accident near downtown Dallas. I was in the fast lane. An 18-wheeler caught a gust of wind, swerved into my car, caused my car to hit the median, and I spin 3 times. Then immediately after, my car got hit by a duly truck, thus, slamming me back into the 18-wheeler. Needless to say, the free was shut down, and of course I was the only one injured. No broken bones are anything.
However, I did not care for my injuries at the time. For reason, at the time, I was an independent contractor as a food delivery driver, but for my black market business I also secretly transported, urm, goodies (lots of goodies and wide variety). By my username, you should most likely know what the goodies consist of. You can sniff it, smoke it, you get the idea.
My car was obviously totaled, so some cops told me to get all my personal belongings because they were going to drop me off at a local gas station (a ghetto ass 7-Eleven to be exact). I refused medical treatment. I played it cool, so my car was never searched.
My dilemma: A) If I leave all my goodies in the car, they can be found at the tow yard. B) If I bring my goodies with me, then I'm in a fucking cop car!
My decision: I go inside my car to gather personal belongings, then put ALL the goodies into the heat-bag used for food delivery. I take a breath outside my car to reset my olfactory senses, then I take whiff in my car to see if I can smell any goodies coming from inside the heat-bag. I get into the cop car (thinking OH MY HOLY FUCKING GOD!!!), but acting cool and making small talk. They dropped me off at the ghetto ass gas station. Hence, I'm good...I'm safe!
Next, I call a friend to pick me up, and it took him about an hour to pick me up. Apparently, I had some head trauma from the accident, so during the time I'm waiting for my friend to pick me up, I'm dumb enough to buy a $300 gold necklace from some dude with a trench coat. But I get another stroke of luck. I go to a jewelry shop a few days later, and they pay me almost $500 for it. It was actually real, so I redeemed my stupidity of buying the necklace.
Here's the cherry on top. The morning after the accident, I wake up in my house with a hospital bracelet on my wrist, and I discover my car it not there. It took me a full day or two to regain my memory. The reason why I remember what I wrote here is from the accident report, my phone call records, and because my family had taken me to the hospital the night of the accident. Years later, bits and pieces of visual memory came back. It was a hell of an event. I stopped transporting the goodies. Now I live a normal life with no more craziness like this story.