Ahh, such a lovely story. One day, just a few months before I started smoking herb, me and two of my friends, Brian and Heather, went to the park so those two could smoke a bowl together (Brian's little sister was home at the time, so his house wouldn't've worked too well). Anyways, we stood behind a small building in the back of the park, still in perfect view of rows of houses, the street and the like. My two lovely friends blazed up, and then a police car pulled up in the parking lot, just about 20 feet or so from where we were. Brian slipped the bowl into his pocket quickly, and we emerged to face our seemingly sealed fate. I was still sober, so I could completely tell that they reeked of skunk, which in it's own way, induced one of my first herbal-paranoia moments. The police officer asked us what we were doing back there, and I told him that we just went back there for a second to check out what the fire was in the woods. Turns out it was a campfire (kinda lame excuse). The officer then asked what Brian slipped into his pocket when he pulled up, and Brian, taking the blunt heat of the situation, pulled out his Gameboy Advance, complete with Final Fantasy Tactics Advance in it! That's about the only thing I think that game's good for, but the officer bought it! He apologized for holding us up there, and we went on our merry ol' way. ----- Another, quick busted story: One day when Brian was over at my house, after he spent the night, we woke up, and wake-and-baked the last of our shit... maybe a five sack or so, the police raided our house. There was a good 8-10 officers standing in our living room, because my brother threw a rock through some dude's car window. Needless to say, I stayed in my room, and I wouldn't let Brian leave either. Having that many police officers there just wasn't nice. To add to things, we had two reletively nice looking plants on our front porch (second floor of a duplex, they can't be seen from the street). We really lucked out that they didn't ruin us there and then, but it gives potheads something to be paranoid about, doesn't it?
Nice stories. My friend got raided for graffiti, but he got tipped off by one of his crew who got raided earlier. So he got rid of all his illegal shit and was up and had coffee and biscuits for the cops when they came a-knocking at 4 in the morning, lol.
