This one time back in April 2011, I was with two of my friends at this girl's house whom I barely knew. The three of us plus another guy smoked a joint in the kitchen, and the girl left saying she'd be right back and it was okay if we chilled there and waited for her. Five minutes after she left, we were still standing in the kitchen finishing our joint when we heard the dreaded *BAMBAMBAM* "SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT!" at the front door. (The kitchen was at the back of the house.) All of us looked at each other with the "oh shit" look and the 3 of them decided to book it out the back door, up a hill into some woods. Well I was high as shit and I didn't feel like running (I don't think I could have outrun them anyway, I smoke too much for that mess) but I did have my "drug bag" on me which contained some weed, a few xanax bars, and a one-hitter. I was standing in the back of the house like a dumbass watching them go up the hill in all directions, sorta panicking, when I spied one of those pink hospital basins lying in the yard. (It was sort of a trashy house, stuff all over the yard like kids toys and stuff.) So i put my bag under it, my logic being that it would stay dry that way as it had started to rain. Then I slowly crept around the side of the house.... a cop found me and yanked me into his car violently even after I said, "I'm not gonna run!" and had my hands up and all that. As he searched me (even checking inside my cig pack) and determined that i was clean, he kept asking, "Who were the others?! Where'd they go?! How many?!" I lied and said I didn't know their last names, and didn't know where they went. He then stuck me in his car but left the door kinda open and stood near it, trying to pry information from me.... at some point he walked away and I called one of my friends and said, "Dude, he called backup, you guys are never gonna get away, they're surrounding you right now." The cop noticed this and took my phone away and started going through it. Thankfully I predicted he would do this and deleted all my texts and calls beforehand. Well my friends finally got caught. Apparently someone had called and said that there was a burglary in progress? And only one, the third guy who I barely knew, ended up going to jail because he had a warrant. And they never found my drugs. Thank god. I was in the back of the cruiser shitting myself in terror, thinking they would. It was such a dumb hiding place but hell the cops were dumber i guess :2thumbsup:
The girls who owned the house left right before this happened? Where the hell did she go? Anything happen to her?
maybe maybe not, how can we ever know if this really happened? when I go to bed tonight Ill have time to think about it
the girl left to go get her friend a few blocks over. the more i think about it the more i think she had something to do with it..... who knows. and when she came back with her friend, her friend went to jail cuz she had a warrant lol...
