A bowl and bags with "residue." That's lamer than a parking ticket. I expected more from Irving--maybe a couple kilos of Columbian pure and trunk full of dead hookers.
Don't you give him any credit for his creativity?
According to Irvin, the stuff belonged to a friend. Irvin found it when he frisked him when he invited him to his house for Thanksgiving.
Irvin didn't want to throw it in his garbage because he was worried about people searching through his garbage. So he stuck it in his car, planning to throw it away somewhere else later. But he forgot.