Anyone ever have a real close call? I was reading a few posts on other threads and it reminded me of a time that i almost got busted. Me and my very close friend where in the back of a music club, like in the back lot, where theres no light or parking spaces or anything. its just dirt. and it was obviuosly somewhere we shouldnt be you know. we smoked 3 bowls back there. I wasnt as high as she was though because, I had already smoked back there with some other people an hour or so before. I was about to pack another but she told me she was good and baked. As we walked back, a car started to pull around. as soon as I saw the headlights i knew what it was. a cop car pulled up to us and went by very slowly. everyone stayed calm though so we didnt look suspicous. The cop had to have known something was up, i mean we were in an abbandon spot behind a music club. He must have known we were minors just having fun and there wasnt alot he could have done. holy shit that was scary.
try having 2 cops walking you to their car, while trying to ditch 3 packs of smokes, a dime bag and a bowl.
We're sitting in the parking lot at burger king eating our food in broad day light after an insane afternoon of enlightenment and this cop pulls up pointing his car at an angle to move foward a few inches and box us in. My friend looks over and goes "Is everything okay, Officer?" And he responds, "I dunno, is everything okay?" "Yeah..." So we just go back to eating and trying to act cool while this cop just sits there talking to his buddy. It was obviously fucking with our heads tho I tried to act cool my other two friends were wispering, with the windows open a bit so it was probably obvious to the cops. They're like "we're done..." "Why is he just sitting there?!" And paranoia like that. So my buddy gets out to throw some trash away a minute or two later and says, "So, is everything okay?" to the same response. Next he asks, "Are we loitering?" "Are you loitering?" "So is anything wrong?" "What, we can't be here?" the cop shoots back, giving him all these wise ass answers. So he throws the trash away and comes back, then throws more trash away that he missed (and the kaiya with it) then comes back and we drive away to his house a few blocks away. While he's inside giving his dad his cell phone we here a siren go off two streets away but then fade into the distance. Those cops fucked with us so bad... it sucked...
once i had three cop car with head lights on my house with my windows open and me and my firend snorting coke looking at them ahaha i was so fucked up i didnt care if they saw
Hahaha... yeah, that was so fucked up. One time we had something kinda like that happen when we went to Wendys and this cop pulled in front of us and parked right in the fucking drive thru line and we were waving at him wondering what the hell was going on and he made us sit and wait while he ordered food. We were boxed in by parked cars to the right of us and other people who were blowing their horn behind us. Haha, I talked to the guy in the truck behind us and told him what the cop was doing and we couldn't get out, so I talked to the other people behind him and they all backed up and parked and the dude in the truck went inside, then we took off without our food and blew the horn and flipped the cop off (he didn't do anything), then we went to burger king instead, lmao. Not to mention, my friend's sister was driving and she didn't have her license with her and she stole her dad's other car while he was at work.
One day me and my bud were walking to his house to burn some weed we had just bought. Of course we'd already smoked and were therefore pretty buzzed. So as we're walking through these neighbourhood houses I see a cop car coming towards us and without hesitation they pull right up to us. I had a dime of weed in my breast pocket and was immediately thinking of ways to throw it, but my friend had a half quater on him somewhere. So these cops stop us and never tell us why but go on searching us and asking us questions. Maybe five minutes pass before one, two, then three more cruisers arrive. They search me and find the dime in my pocket, a scale, a grinder and papers. But the most hilarious part of it was.......and I don't know how my bud pulled it off, but god bless him.......when they're searching him he has his 1/2Q in the palm of his hands which we happily went home with and burned a much needed blunt. Finally when the cops let us go, with nothing really done except they took our info and shit, they told us the only reason we were stopped is because they were looking for a couple of car thieves who kinda matched our description. That night I had the best high I ever got, just laughing my head off at these idiot cops.
Hey, a good update to my story. My freind met up with this kid Mike later on in the day and told him the story. So Mike goes back to Burger King and starts rifling through trash and telling the employees that his uncle lost his wallet or something like that. Finally he gives up and just takes the whole bag of trash and drives away with it. They poured it out in a back yard and finally found it again. I guess mike got half of it for all his hard work and everyone smoked happily ever after! =D
A few weeks ago, I was out walking around my little town at like 2 in the morning looking for something to do. As I turn a corner, almost out of the blue, a cop car pulls up next to me and the cop gets out. She asks me what Im doing up so late, so I tell her the truth. She explanes theres a cerfue, and tells me she'd give me a ride home. She does a quick little search of all but my back pocket, and I hop in the frount seat of the cop car (there was a big ass dog in the back, I assume it was a drug dog). So, she starts some idle chit-chat, saying she and a few other cops just did a bust on someone (explanes the dog) and she mentions marijuana. It is at this time I realise I have a joint, a lighter, and a roach clip in my back pocket. The only pocket she didn't search. So anyway, Im sitting in a cop car with a drug dog behind me, a cop next to me, and a joint in my pocket. Im scared s**tless, but somehow, though sheer luck or karma, I make it home without being busted. Totally a close call.
