Olsen, please elaborate on your story I really want to hear.
To cut a long story short (there is some shit attached that I won’t go into) we were at this ratty motel in Nebraska one stormy night, and we’re out in the parking lot trying to score weed off people. After some searching, one of the motel guests points us in the direction of one of the rooms and tells us that the guy there is a dealer of sorts. So we go and check it out.
We knock on the door and a sleepy lookin’ black guy answers. We tell him that we’re lookin’ to score and heard that he could possibly help us out. He stares at us for a about a minute in complete silence, then goes back in the room and we hear him talking to someone. He comes back out and tells us to come inside. So we go in and we see this white chick sprawled on the bed in her nightie and she’s eating pizza. We start chatting to her and find she’s real nice and soon enough we’re sittin’ down with her, eating pizza and talking about our travels. The black dude all the while is sitting back on the bed watching television and saying very little.
Anyway, we’d been in the room almost an hour and then we remember why we came there in the first place and we bring up the subject of weed again. So the black dude goes into the bathroom and comes out with a bag, places it on the bed, takes out a bag of weed and starts emptying some of it out into a smaller bag. One of my friends, who is watching the television with the girl, makes some sarcastic comment about some news story that’s just come on regarding some murder or something. The girl starts flippin’ out and going psycho on him, screaming in my friend’s face and calling him a bunch of names and jumping up and down on the bed.
We try and calm her down and as it turns out, the victim in this news story happened to be a high school friend of the girl on the bed - lucky us. The black dude, during all of this, has disappeared into the bathroom, but soon emerges, this time carrying a fucking handgun which he is waving at us and motioning us to get on the floor - which we do…really fucking slowly and calmly as possible.
After much negotiating and after being repeatedly bitch-slapped by the psycho girl we get the fuck out of there, get in the car and speed off as fast as possible. Thinking that we’ve gotten away, we slow down and take it easy and decide to cruise along for another half hour or so and find a motel in the next small town. That’s when a siren suddenly sounds and we turn and there’s a cop car behind us with its lights flashing and motioning for us to pull over.
These two fucking nasty assed cops get us out of the car, make us put our hands on the bonnet and spread our legs and start searching us. They find a small plastic container in the car with some cocaine residue and so then it’s off to the county jail to be interrogated and spend the night in lock up.
At the jailhouse, I get given the full cavity search, I get interrogated and thrown in a cell with some guy whom I find out has been arrested for raping his niece. Great. I spend the entire night sitting in the corner of the cell bed, trying not to look this guy directly in the face and all the while he’s smiling at me and calling me "pussy’.
In the morning we get let out and told never to come back, but at least we’re all ok - except for one of my friends who has received a rather nasty looking black eye.
Then, over the next few days a bunch of other shit happens and we decide to abruptly cut our trip short and get back back on a plane and head home.