Arrest Stories & Close Calls

[Guest]

uh my shit smelled like Hash Haaaaahaaaaahaaaaa

Your right it does smell of shit & pickin through your shit sucks

But i used to take care what i ate the week before, cleansing my system so to speak. I had a friend that used to have a lemon water enima to clean out the works before eating his stash. I just stuck to a veg diet no meat and not even much veg to be honest mostly potato, rice, breads & cakes in the week before a flight.

And then of course the packing; at least 30 layers of cling film keep things well away from the poo.

When they come out you open them and leave them in the pellet form in a dark place but as much in the open air as possible for 3 or 4 daze or until the smell is very weak. Then you press them all together into 1 piece and most peeps would never know it came out my ass.

In fact i had a bit of tough situation once with a guy who was practically sticken a blim up his nose in total xtacy over the smell

I couldn't resist responding

"Not bad for something that came out my ass"

He was sooooooo pissed off

That made it even more funny

So you see you too could be very suprised at the results

Peace

 

[Neuronaut]

... most peeps would never know it came out my ass.

LMAO!!!!! I think you should be required to tell them... a disclaimer if you will. I'm so glad i've never had to dig through my own shit.

 

[Guest]

I'm not going to talk about my close calls so I can go around this site pretending I'm Mr. Risk Management.

 

[Relapse]

^^^ Then why even post?

Kirby think we can get the end of your story?

 

[Kirby]

The Gordian Knot (cont. part 3)

The Gordian Knot (cont. part 3)

After I was checked (padded down) again, I was led into the cell, awake as ever. Then, I heard the clicking of the lock--The noise alone brought down my mood even more. I had nothing to do in there, except sleep--Something which, at the time, seemed impossible. An odd, unwelcoming scent seemed to radiate from the cement walls and toilet. So there I sat, alone on a cold bench. The nippy temperature and constant buzzing of the always-glaring light turned me irate--This was torture for someone like myself who has never been locked up--Even then, thinking to myself that I was very, very lucky to only have been caught with 4 grams didn't seem to help. I had no recollection of time in there, at that moment, it was better to just not think about the time. The first moments of my time in the cell was just spent thinking to myself. Finally, after what to be 30 or so minutes, I could tell someone else was coming in. To my surprise, it was Jay. He didn't look so good. I didn't think anything of it, as I was just happy to see my friend. He was directed to my cell, when just before entering, a cop quietly told me to get up and follow him. I did what he told me to, as I passed by Jay I told him to 'Have fun'. I got no response back, not even a look back. I didn't think anything of it until later.

The cop he was taking me to a different part of the building. As I passed by one of the hall ways, I saw Jay's g/f sitting in a chair, talking to another cop. We looked at each other, but only for a second. The cop stopped, then pointed and said, "Second room on the left." He went on his way, seeming to not really give a shit. I found it kind of funny the way he went about his things, very laid back. We later referred to him as the stoner cop. I walked a few steps, when the door to the room opened. A man, who I had never seen before, said 'right this way, sir'.

Inside the room sat 2 other cops, 1 female, the other a short Mexican cop, which a beer belly. In the room was a small T.V, with a blue screen. I knew something was up, but I didn't know what. We exchanged a few words, basically just repeat of every question asked before--What we were doing in Mexico, why, etc. Finally, they directed me to the small T.V. I didn't know what to expect, until the man hit play on the remote. It took a few moments to recognize what was going on here, but as soon as I did, a very uncomfortable feeling rushed through my body. All the eyes in the room were on me. In my mind, I was in complete shock.

On the T.V. was a recording of the unthinkable. A truck, parked with the back lights on, showed people going back and forth to the truck. In the video, it was hard to make out what was going on but it was pretty apparent--They seemed to know what was going on in the video.. questions were hurled at me.. threats about how long I could go to jail. I was also told that the vehicle would be searched by a drug sniffing dog and would be impounded. The whole time in there was basically all a blur to me.. for 20 minutes it was just the video playing in repeat. Question after question, they tried their best to get anything out of me. I tried not to think about the consequences.. just keep your head down and don't give into anything they throw at you. you've seen this video, there wasn't any clear evidence on this video.. I didn't say a damn word, just kept my head down. Not a chance in hell I was going to be helping them by bringing this whole thing down. The only thing I opted to ask was for a phone call.. my request was denied, so any at that point, anything I said would only be a repeat of the previously asked questions. I made sure then that I would make the least amount of dialogue as possible.. --I've heard too many stories about how cops try to get you to jumble your own words. I made it certain in that room I would not contradict any previous questions or statements I (or we) made earlier..eventually they all got tired of this, the short Mexican man called for someone to take me back.

It was the stoner cop again. on the way back, I got to see a glimpse of my G/F.. we both made eye contact, but that seemed to be the least of our worries at the time. I was led back to the cell, where I found Jay making beats on the ground. He opened to cell door.. me and Jay waited till he left and began exchanging our stories. We had both seen the same thing, so quietly we discussed what we had done and said. our stories seemed to hold up. we had thought to ourselves if a dog searched the truck, it would have been found by now and we would have been busted. at the time, we just thought it was something they tried to use to get us to confess. after all that was discussed it was pretty apparent that we weren't going to be seeing the girls.. they were at another part of the building. I told Jay I was going to get some sleep.. surprisingly, I found a pretty comfortable spot.. thankfully I was wearing a hoodie or else I imagine my time in there would have been even worse.

I was awake pretty earlier, it wasn't a good night of sleep but I got through the night.. thankfully.. getting only a few hours of sleep refreshed me enough-- It was just an eerie time in there, mainly because we couldn't talk with the girls and because we had no clue what was going to happen to us. Jay woke up soon after I did. we soon then got a hold of one of the passing by cops, we asked if it was possible to find out what happened to the girls. he nodded and came back after a few minutes, notifying us that their parents had picked them up a few hours back. we were served breakfast soon afterwards. some breakfast that was. burnt toast, dry eggs and pitiful looking bacon. The breakfast tasted like shit, but I wasn't even expected to be fed.. so it was good to get some food in our system. The minute after we were finished, we were notified that we're being let out.. Finally we thought.

Nothing interesting happened after that. we got in a car and were told that we're getting dropped off at a gas station up ahead, in the nearest town. It was quiet for the most part in the ride, our chauffeur, the stoner cop was our driver. we got to talking a little, just having a casual conversation.. the guy was pretty cool, he just didn't talk much. he did, however, note sometime along the ride that the truck was searched very thoroughly and a drug dog was involved in the search. It was quiet after he said that, as we both knew we dodged a bullet (thank you, Fablioso.). we both looked at each other, then asked the cop if they were done searching.. he said yes and said we were all charged with the 3.5 grams of possessions. We were all glad to accept that. as we entered the town he said that the phone can be used up at the convenience store and as we pulled up, he gave us our belongings, said good luck then he said one more thing before he left the parking lot.. I'll never forget it. "Boys, one more thing. Just between us, the speakers are fine. Next time, they're ours." We didn't know what to say, except thank you. He then went on his way, what a guy.

Unbelievable, is the only word to describe what happened. The stoner cop knew the whole time. Maybe even other cops knew, we don't honestly know, but we suspect they did. Perhaps they've seen it fuck up too many people's lives, who knows, I'm not researching any more into it. But, all I know is the get out of jail free card was played and played well. This guy or this station saved our assess and I'm forever thankful. The only thing I can say about this whole ordeal is, 'never again.'

Fast forwarding.. days later we all met up when we heard Jay got the truck back. When he brought it back to his house, he pulled around back and we quickly had our tools in hand to see the goods. Me and Jay quickly worked on un-screwing the screws.. we took off the speaker head to find cement bricks and a note. the note read "What, you thought you would get your weed back, too?"

Okay, so I made up the last part.. all the bricks were in there just as we put them and sold 'em in a hurry, too. Good times, good money.. in the end it was worth it.. it was a crazy experience that taught a lot, to say the least

Note: I had this saved for a good while, I completely forgot about it. I hope I included everything, as this was written up a while back, while half-baked.

I got lazy writing (my lack-of motivation, I suppose), what can I say?--I didn't feel the need to explain in-depth during parts of the interrogation/jailing process, mainly for my own personal reasons, I hope that's reasonable.

Edit: thanks for the reminder Relapse

 

[Relapse]

Killer story man, crazy cop dude I wish all the cops I met were that chill.

 

[daisy jane]

Great story Kirby! I'm glad you and your buddy only got possession of 3.5 grams! You got off very lucky, I would love to meet a cop like the "stoner cop."

 

[shadow]

Great story Kirby! I'm glad you and your buddy only got possession of 3.5 grams! You got off very lucky, I would love to meet a cop like the "stoner cop."

I'd rather not meet a cop, but if I had to the stoner cop seems pretty chill.

 

[Lune TNS]

That really was a great story, nice one kirby.

 

[Philosophy]

great thread

great thread

Few years ago, me and my wife used to live in a penthouse (part of her previous work benefits) in a really exclusive neighborhood. I mean the area was the shit. Embassys around us, diplomats, bankers, entepreneurs etc. Undercover & regular cops were all over the place, but we looked like a "clean cut" couple so they never bothered us. This apt though, had the nicest terrace with LOTS of sunshine all year long. Of course i couldnt let that opportunity slip away

So i started growing some sativas up there. Off course there was police chopers flying above quite often, so as the plants started to get big, i camouflaged them by putting the pots right next to big bushes of bay and olive trees.

My only problem was the roof (abobe our terrace), which had some satelite dishes from residents of the lower floors. If someone went to the roof to fix an antenna or something, they could see the plants. So that was a constant worry.

Anyway, months went by and the plants were full of fine crystally buds. Good yeild. The whole terrace smalled like ripe skunk buds and bubble gum. I was spraying all kinds of shit around, to cover the smell, but it didnt help much. My biggest problem was this 6 ft plant in a 70L pot. You couldnt hide that thing anywhere.

One day (about 2 weeks before harvest) i was in town grocery shopping, when i get a panicky call from my wife "COME QUICK WE GOT HEAT ON THE ROOF!!!".

Shit! i pay quickly and run to the house. Run up the stairs and rush outside to the balcony and yes there a bunch of people up on the roof including my yuppy looking neighbour (kinda creepey guy) from the apt underneath overlooking my terrace.

By now i seriously didnt know if they ve seen the plants or not, but i couldnt take any chances. Especially with the large one being so obvious. So i take the big decision to cut it. Immediatly i roll out the sun shades (so they cant see me going to the edge of the terrace to cut it) and i drag it underneath the sun shades. These people are 6 ft right above me (i m uder the shades) and i start chopping the plant down. By now it smells like a m*******er.

20 mins later i got a shitload of leafs and trimmed branches and buds all over the balcony. Thats when the door bell rings We re both freakin out. Its the yuppie neighbour with the antenna guys and they want to come in in order to pass a cable down from my terrace to their apt. We cant freakin believe it! My wife yells "hold on a minute, i m in the shower!!" and i rush and grab two large bin bags from the kitchen and frantically start shoving branches, leafs and buds from the terrace in the bags. It smells like skunk everywhere and my heart is pounding.

5 mins later i manage to have 98% of the choped plant in the bags (theres still a few small leafs here and there ) and i drag the bag in the other side of the balcony underneath some bamboo bushes. But now i gotta figure out were to put the other two plants (the ones that i hadnt chopped) which were on the other side of the balcony, where the cable guys needed to go.

I dont remember what i did with them at the time, but i managed to hide them. My wife still hadnt opened the door by now and i grabed some detergent and frantically started to wash my hands (so much fine finger hash gone). Detergent didnt get all the smell out, since my clothes reaked like skunk from trimming, but at least it took some of it away.

We finally open the door, i m trying to look like "nothing is happening"
The neighbour goes for the living-room's-side terrace door, but i m like "come over this way" and take em through the bedroom, because there was no way i could let them outside to the terrace from the living room door (the other two plants were there). All this time i thought, shit theres NO WAY they cant smell the buds. But apparently they didnt make any remarks.

The next 20 minutes seemed like a long time, but finally they left.

The following week i chopped the other two plants, because -in a way- i was sure they knew what i had up there and couldnt risk it.


This skunk was some of the finest herb i have ever smoked and lasted over two years.

peace

 

[HerbanLegend]

^^ great first post!


welcome to ICMAG

 

[Philosophy]

^^thanks

heres another one. London early 90's.

Me and 4 other stoner buddies (and a girl) are driving around London in a rental, seriously hotboxing it. We got two fat joints going around, about half O of top notch skunk in two baggies (considered A-class drug at the time) and some schwag.

Theres so much smoke in the car, but its really cold outside so we didnt bother opening a window. Then the driver makes an illegal left (dont know why) in this construction zone and suddenly we realize that theres a 4 police car road block right ahead of us. PANIC

we re trying to hide the skunk bags in between the seats, one guy shoves one joint in the ashtray and tries to hide the other one. Of course they still burn like a mf. The copper gives us the sign to pull over. As soon as we open the window a CLOUD hits the guy on the face. He looks on the dash and theres 3 kinds of rolling papers (Rizla and Smoking green & blue) most of them cut apart for roaches then he looks the smoking ashtray with a monster roach showing

So he gives us the "you are busted" look and goes "YOU STAY HERE". We all know we re fucked. Our hearts are racing. So the guy pulls over some more cars and takes his good time checking the papers of all the other cars and lets us wait for like 10-15 mins before he comes over. (we left us for last)

Then he comes to our window again and hes like "so what are you trying to do, kill yourselves in London? I pulled you over because you made an illegal left." Some more blah blah about toking and driving and we were on our way to the clubs.

thumbs up to Brit cops


another time (again in downtown London) i was driving my left hand drive, X plates (foreign mission) car and smoking a spliff. Then this car with 4-5 young Hindu guys rolls on my right side and the smell hits em. So they start going "hey man, that smells fuckin nice, GIVE US SOME!!". So i laugh and thank them for the skunk compliment, but these guys start acting like college students and insist that i give me some. I m puffing on the spliff enjoying it and they keep on going mad, actually attracting attention from the cars nearby. Then all of a sudden, they get this look on their faces and turn around totally ignoring me.

I was like....whats up with these people all of a sudden...but i havent noticed that on my left side a police jeep has stopped and they stare at me smoking the spliff.

DOPE!

Then i turn on my left (with spliff in hand) and i see all the cops looking at me. I m panicking but i try not to show it. So i roll up my dark (florida tint) window and pretend nothing happened . The X plates saved my ass, cause they didnt pull me over.

brit cops once again

 

[badboyg]

thank goodness.. I have no such wild storries... wow some good stories ....

peace all keep it green and real//

 

[begeesterdechol]

I may sound like I'm dumb, but what are x-plates?

 

[Philosophy]

X-plates are "foreign mission" plates. Not diplomatic, but one class lower. Usually people who work in embassies have them.



The next story takes place is Southern England.

Me and 2 other roomies, decided the leave the dorms and get an apt, since -with our toking/party habbits- it was a matter of time till the fire dept (and eventually the cops) busted our ass (the fire alarms in the dorms went off almost every week, since some people from our stoner group didnt bother to put out their joints when going from room to room and that triggered the alarms. One of our friends was already kicked out of the dorms a month before, since the fire dept busted them with a 5ft (4pipe) hookah and some grass after the alarm went off for the 30th time


So we found a shity apt in the dodgiest part of town. Hookers in the neighborhood, crack dealers, etc. Me and my roomates never dealed any drugs, but we certainly had alot of parties and alot of people who dealed drugs passing by from our place.

Till the day that the dealer-bf of one of our roomies started living in our place. We didnt like it first and we were pissed off with her, cause her bf used to invite the shadiest people in our place. Really dodgy characters.

6 months later our house was one of the most known places in college to score grass or pills. 24/7 we had people coming and going over there. It was nuts. Countless arguments with her (the roomate) to kick her dealer-bf out, but at point we got used to it.


I m sure the cops knew what was going on in that place. There was SO many people coming and going over there. The parties that went on, were crazy. You could be going to one room doing lines, then to another to chill out, then on to some club and back to the house in the early hrs to chill out. Bongs everywhere (from the kitchen to the living room) and if someone wanted they could score an 1/8th of hash just by picking pieces from the floor. NUTS.

Everybody knew this party house. The place was totally torn apart from the people that visited everyday. No one bothered to clean up the mess.

In a few months we turned from the "foreign college kids who were afraid of living in the ghetto", to some ghetto characters that none of the young gangs (who operated in the ghetto) would have the balls to bother us.

One day i was walking home and as soon as i turn to our street i see a whole bunch of cop cars and fire trucks right outside our crib. Shit!

My first thought was "the house is on fire...we are busted!" I was expecting to see a whole bunch of the "regulars" to walk out of the house handcuffed. But the closer i got, the more i realised that all this comotion wasnt for us, but for some rastafarians who lived next door. Apparantly they had a grow-op in that place and it caught fire.


pfeeeew......close

thankfully the same year i graduated and said goodbye to that type of life

 

[Revegged_Clone]

I can't really type the story now, cause i need permission from another person involved(we swore never to tell the story) but i just wanted to revive this thread in the meantime. This was entertainting as hell... educational too!

loose lips sink ships and probly have some venereal disease!

 

[Jack Crevalle]

we swore never to tell the story

Why do that? Now we're curious...

 

[Revegged_Clone]

well, let's jsut say the kid not only gave permission for a search, he also flew the snitch flag pretty high, right in front of my eyes. he's my best friend and i love him, but he knows that if he ever gets into anything, he's not our friend any more and that if anything happens to any of our friends he's the first bitch to get slapped.

NEVER trust people until they've proven themselves. Whatever is required to prove someone's trustworthiness is worth it... It's not that someone isn't honest and is a leo, it's just that people can be little bitches.

Just because we choose to distance ourselves from the commercial world doesn't mean we can't borrow some of their measures

 

[hazy]

once in missouri i got pulled over by the hiway patrol.
my exhaust was loose.
i was in a van and smoking a joint when i saw him
put the roach in the ash tray and cracked the window.
he put the lights on me.

he made me get out and then get in his car.
i'm in the passenger seat of his camaro and he's writing and says, "hazy, i smell marijuana on you."

so another one comes along. you know you're fucked when there's two of them.
i told him he'd find roaches in the ashtray, but my bag was well hidden and didn't mention it.
we got out of his car.
the other cop was being bad cop, and was busy slamming my face on the trunk of his car, and cuffing me. the guy comes back with the ashtray of roaches. tells the asshole to leave, uncuffs me hands me the ashtray and tells me to ditch them. which i did instantly. he sat me back in his camaro and gave a lecture that could have come from my dad.
then he sent on my way!


stayed cool till i hit kansas and busted out with a big fattie.

 

[Revegged_Clone]

^^^^^
I would have told him not to waste my time or the other cop's and get an order before putting out a call. then again, cops here fear my lawyer.