hempknowsis
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Arrest Stories & Close Calls
- Thread starter Crazy Composer
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On a quite and generally uneventful evening, I decide to walk to my mothers house which is only a short distance from my house. Upon arriving there I decide to have a little chat with her neighbors, who just happen to be involved in a community group who focus on keeping crime out of their neighborhood.. The neighbors son is also a Police Officer..
Now I knew at the time that they had been gossiping about me and what I do and relaying information to and from their son... Where I'm from its illegal for a Police Officer to discuss criminal activity with their family members... And I knew this is what they had been doing... So I bring it to their attention...
They completely denied that their son had been telling them confidential police information... Which was BS, but they had to deny it or else they could get up shit creek for it... They told me to wait around for a few minutes, as coincedentally their son was due to pop around their house for a 'meal break'...
I hesitentally stuck around for their son to show up...
When he got there, the father of the copper (my mothers neighbor) explained to the cop my allegation... And subsequentally the copper wanted to have a chat to me...
He jumped the fence into my mothers yard, and told me to follow him as we went to a dark part of the yard where no one could really see us...
The copper basically told me what I had alleged was bullshit, and proceeded to try and intimidate me... He's one of those coppers who always has to be in the dominant position...
Now I've dealt with cops a lot of times before, and I am not one to be intimidated by their bully tactics... I straight up told him as I crossed by arms and raised by chin at him 'I'm not intimidated by you'.. The copper then reacted instantly to that by king hitting me twice in the jaw, making me stumble several metres back... That's right, the copper, my mothers neighbors son, unprovokingly struck me twice with a clenched fist to my jaw... What a fkn cunt...
I reacted to this by stupidly by running up the stairs to get something to defend myself with.. It was a stupid thing to do... but I'd just been smashed in the jaw twice and was concust, pissed off and confused...
So I ran up stairs, grab the entire top half of the kitchen draw with all the cutlery in it in an effort to defend myself... I dont really know what I was going to do with all the cutlery and knives.. it was just a reaction...
So i go down stairs, and this copper sees that I have knives in my hand, he then takes out his gun and points it at me...
He told me to drop the knives, which I did as I didnt want to get shot... But that wasnt enough... He grabbed the knives which I dropped, picked them up and threw them into the ground, blade first handle sticking out so it made it look like i tried to throw the knives at him... He handcuffed me then took me out to the front of the house as we were in the backyard...
That wasnt enough for the mental midget of a copper... he pushed my face down into the ground, started choking me, and laid about 5 or so punches to my face (chipping my front teeth)... My teeth are still messed up to the day...
He then called for more cops to come, and explained it like I had started all the violence, which was bullshit, but who are they going to believe, a copper or civilian? ....
So I get taken to the Police station for questioning....
After several hours in the cell, I get to see some Detectives... They tell me that because I drew a weapon they have the right to search my house for firearms... I stupidly let them make the search, on the conditions that they let me keep my volcano vaporizer, as I said it is good for my health as it takes out all the tar when smoking... They agreed and we went to my house, they searched it, grabbed about 20 grams of pot and my bong... I even showed the cops how the vaporizer worked as they hadnt seen it before... I also mentioned how much the vaporizer cost, and the fkn cops said it would be a good investment for them to buy and resell LOL... fkn pigs...
So we go back to the police station, so I can do an interview with them about what happened... I told them the truth to the T... told them exactly what happened...
Now I forget exactly how I managed to have a joint on me at the time of the interview, I either had it all along or picked it up at my house when they were searching it... And I thought to myself, well, I've already been charged for pot possession, what more harm can happen if I light up this joint... We were in a courtyard at the back of the station doing the interview, so I lit up a joint halfway through the interview LOL... That's right, as I'm being interviewed by a Detective, with about half a dozen cops around listening in as it was thats night gossip for the pigs, I lit up a joint.. Right in front of em... They didnt say a word about it...
I finish the interview and get taken to the watch house where I had to wait till the next morning to go to court...
With no sleep and my pants half falling down (they took my belt and I was handcuffed, so could barely keep my pants up to my waist) I walk into the courtroom from the watchouse cell (the watchouse adjoins to the courtroom) and have a judge basically implying that I'd smoked some pot, gone all crazy from smoking, and then proceed to bash the copper (the cop said I punched him first, which is BS, I didnt attack him at all)... This judge was so out of touch with reality... Smoking pot and flipping out? More like smoking pot and avoiding confrontation, which is what most stoners are like...
I then explain to the judge that I did not start the confrontation, I was struck then reacted to it, and explained that I pose no threat to society, etc, etc.
I was actually lucky to get bail, if I had a poor vocabulary and couldnt explain myself very well, I'm sure I wouldve been locked up till the committal hearing... But I luckily got bail...
So the court date is approaching and I pay for a lawyer as I wanted justice... Told him the story, doubt the lawyer believed me but I was paying him so I expected him to stand up for me... I was wrong again...
The lawyer did manage to get 2 charges dropped (Going armed so as to cause fear and another charge i cannot remember...) but only on the basis that I admitted to starting the confrontation. Which I never admitted to as I was struck before I did anything at all which could be considered violent and aggressive... But that didnt matter... As my lawyer said in court that I did start the confrontation... Without even telling me he was gonna say it... So I got screwed by the cops, and my lawyer... At least he got the serious charges dropped...
I ended up getting busted for possession of cannabis, possession of untensil, possession of a thing, and common assault. All because I got punched in the head by a copper...
All in all I've learnt that cops don't just enforce the law... THEY ARE THE LAW.. they can do whatever they want and get away with it as their word means so much more in a court of law compared to a stoner civilian...
Now I knew at the time that they had been gossiping about me and what I do and relaying information to and from their son... Where I'm from its illegal for a Police Officer to discuss criminal activity with their family members... And I knew this is what they had been doing... So I bring it to their attention...
They completely denied that their son had been telling them confidential police information... Which was BS, but they had to deny it or else they could get up shit creek for it... They told me to wait around for a few minutes, as coincedentally their son was due to pop around their house for a 'meal break'...
I hesitentally stuck around for their son to show up...
When he got there, the father of the copper (my mothers neighbor) explained to the cop my allegation... And subsequentally the copper wanted to have a chat to me...
He jumped the fence into my mothers yard, and told me to follow him as we went to a dark part of the yard where no one could really see us...
The copper basically told me what I had alleged was bullshit, and proceeded to try and intimidate me... He's one of those coppers who always has to be in the dominant position...
Now I've dealt with cops a lot of times before, and I am not one to be intimidated by their bully tactics... I straight up told him as I crossed by arms and raised by chin at him 'I'm not intimidated by you'.. The copper then reacted instantly to that by king hitting me twice in the jaw, making me stumble several metres back... That's right, the copper, my mothers neighbors son, unprovokingly struck me twice with a clenched fist to my jaw... What a fkn cunt...
I reacted to this by stupidly by running up the stairs to get something to defend myself with.. It was a stupid thing to do... but I'd just been smashed in the jaw twice and was concust, pissed off and confused...
So I ran up stairs, grab the entire top half of the kitchen draw with all the cutlery in it in an effort to defend myself... I dont really know what I was going to do with all the cutlery and knives.. it was just a reaction...
So i go down stairs, and this copper sees that I have knives in my hand, he then takes out his gun and points it at me...
He told me to drop the knives, which I did as I didnt want to get shot... But that wasnt enough... He grabbed the knives which I dropped, picked them up and threw them into the ground, blade first handle sticking out so it made it look like i tried to throw the knives at him... He handcuffed me then took me out to the front of the house as we were in the backyard...
That wasnt enough for the mental midget of a copper... he pushed my face down into the ground, started choking me, and laid about 5 or so punches to my face (chipping my front teeth)... My teeth are still messed up to the day...
He then called for more cops to come, and explained it like I had started all the violence, which was bullshit, but who are they going to believe, a copper or civilian? ....
So I get taken to the Police station for questioning....
After several hours in the cell, I get to see some Detectives... They tell me that because I drew a weapon they have the right to search my house for firearms... I stupidly let them make the search, on the conditions that they let me keep my volcano vaporizer, as I said it is good for my health as it takes out all the tar when smoking... They agreed and we went to my house, they searched it, grabbed about 20 grams of pot and my bong... I even showed the cops how the vaporizer worked as they hadnt seen it before... I also mentioned how much the vaporizer cost, and the fkn cops said it would be a good investment for them to buy and resell LOL... fkn pigs...
So we go back to the police station, so I can do an interview with them about what happened... I told them the truth to the T... told them exactly what happened...
Now I forget exactly how I managed to have a joint on me at the time of the interview, I either had it all along or picked it up at my house when they were searching it... And I thought to myself, well, I've already been charged for pot possession, what more harm can happen if I light up this joint... We were in a courtyard at the back of the station doing the interview, so I lit up a joint halfway through the interview LOL... That's right, as I'm being interviewed by a Detective, with about half a dozen cops around listening in as it was thats night gossip for the pigs, I lit up a joint.. Right in front of em... They didnt say a word about it...
I finish the interview and get taken to the watch house where I had to wait till the next morning to go to court...
With no sleep and my pants half falling down (they took my belt and I was handcuffed, so could barely keep my pants up to my waist) I walk into the courtroom from the watchouse cell (the watchouse adjoins to the courtroom) and have a judge basically implying that I'd smoked some pot, gone all crazy from smoking, and then proceed to bash the copper (the cop said I punched him first, which is BS, I didnt attack him at all)... This judge was so out of touch with reality... Smoking pot and flipping out? More like smoking pot and avoiding confrontation, which is what most stoners are like...
I then explain to the judge that I did not start the confrontation, I was struck then reacted to it, and explained that I pose no threat to society, etc, etc.
I was actually lucky to get bail, if I had a poor vocabulary and couldnt explain myself very well, I'm sure I wouldve been locked up till the committal hearing... But I luckily got bail...
So the court date is approaching and I pay for a lawyer as I wanted justice... Told him the story, doubt the lawyer believed me but I was paying him so I expected him to stand up for me... I was wrong again...
The lawyer did manage to get 2 charges dropped (Going armed so as to cause fear and another charge i cannot remember...) but only on the basis that I admitted to starting the confrontation. Which I never admitted to as I was struck before I did anything at all which could be considered violent and aggressive... But that didnt matter... As my lawyer said in court that I did start the confrontation... Without even telling me he was gonna say it... So I got screwed by the cops, and my lawyer... At least he got the serious charges dropped...
I ended up getting busted for possession of cannabis, possession of untensil, possession of a thing, and common assault. All because I got punched in the head by a copper...
All in all I've learnt that cops don't just enforce the law... THEY ARE THE LAW.. they can do whatever they want and get away with it as their word means so much more in a court of law compared to a stoner civilian...
HerbanLegend
Member
That's some complete bullshit what happened to you, Kombo. It's unfortunate they can knowingly swing anything their way and not face any punishment. 
I hope things look up for you.. Fuck the pigs.
I hope things look up for you.. Fuck the pigs.
begeesterdechol
Member
Kombo, that sucks big time, hope all goes well in court!
Here's my story, happened yesterday. So, next week my friends and I are going camping. Off course, no camping without weed and as this is bad season we decided to take a trip up north, Holland.
We've been going there for more than a year weekly, from the moment we turned 18 basicly. We hop on the bus, both a bit paranoid as our fellow stoners report more and more roadblocks. My best mate had been checked the day before on the same route so we figured, what the heck, let's go for it.
On the way there everything is cool, not a copper in sight. We arive in Tilburg for some happy shopping and a couple of hours later we are both back on the bus home, both carrying over the decrim'd amount.
I had some killer queen, k-2 and a gram of afghan hasj which smelled really nice. My mate also bought the k-2 but decided on some crystal.
Stoned as fuck we were on the bus back, driving trough holland everything was cool, having a chat with some other stoners. We pass the cops usual spot for a roadblock so i start to relax, listen to some music as it was still half an hour to go.
Just as we were about to enter the next town, the bus makes a sudden stop. FUCK, 4 cops get on the bus, go straight to the back and start saying we need to give them our weed, if they have to search for it we would be in a lot of trouble. So I show em my stash, knowing it would get confiscated. My friend had some leftover WW and showed them that. Luckily he stashed his weed elsewhere, the cop didn't even look for it!
Well, they take me of the bus as i'm clearly over the 3gr limit and take me to their truck, start weighing my stash (bag and all) and it tops out at about 8gr. After taking my id und some questions about where ig ot it and prices they let me go. Assuring me i wouldn't get prosecuted as i was an unlucky bastard.
Actually the old cop that interrogated me was pretty cool, started bragging about the slabs of hashish he found yesterday, he genuinly tought i wasn't a criminal, just some dude with bad luck
To make a long story short, i'm about 35 bucks poorer, completly dry for the next two days (which sucks) and if my bad luck spell continious face penalties. But let's look on the positive side, our judicial system is so slow and bureaucratic this will probably get filed verticaly.
Here's my story, happened yesterday. So, next week my friends and I are going camping. Off course, no camping without weed and as this is bad season we decided to take a trip up north, Holland.
We've been going there for more than a year weekly, from the moment we turned 18 basicly. We hop on the bus, both a bit paranoid as our fellow stoners report more and more roadblocks. My best mate had been checked the day before on the same route so we figured, what the heck, let's go for it.
On the way there everything is cool, not a copper in sight. We arive in Tilburg for some happy shopping and a couple of hours later we are both back on the bus home, both carrying over the decrim'd amount.
I had some killer queen, k-2 and a gram of afghan hasj which smelled really nice. My mate also bought the k-2 but decided on some crystal.
Stoned as fuck we were on the bus back, driving trough holland everything was cool, having a chat with some other stoners. We pass the cops usual spot for a roadblock so i start to relax, listen to some music as it was still half an hour to go.
Just as we were about to enter the next town, the bus makes a sudden stop. FUCK, 4 cops get on the bus, go straight to the back and start saying we need to give them our weed, if they have to search for it we would be in a lot of trouble. So I show em my stash, knowing it would get confiscated. My friend had some leftover WW and showed them that. Luckily he stashed his weed elsewhere, the cop didn't even look for it!
Well, they take me of the bus as i'm clearly over the 3gr limit and take me to their truck, start weighing my stash (bag and all) and it tops out at about 8gr. After taking my id und some questions about where ig ot it and prices they let me go. Assuring me i wouldn't get prosecuted as i was an unlucky bastard.
Actually the old cop that interrogated me was pretty cool, started bragging about the slabs of hashish he found yesterday, he genuinly tought i wasn't a criminal, just some dude with bad luck
To make a long story short, i'm about 35 bucks poorer, completly dry for the next two days (which sucks) and if my bad luck spell continious face penalties. But let's look on the positive side, our judicial system is so slow and bureaucratic this will probably get filed verticaly.
chrones
Member
begee that really sucks i had a simmiler incident happen to me i was in clearwater fl and i had just met this really cool guy that had an 1/8 we had just smoked a blunt and then a montecarlo with three older lokking dudes in it they stolled by and the stopped looked at us and then came at us commando style. they got out of the car and asked if we were smoking weed and we told them yes they asked if we had anything else on us and my new friend pulled out his bag and gave it to the cop. while im thinking OMG im about o go to jail again he starts joking with his fellow officers asking them if they had ever seen hydroponic weed before and say you could get a contact high from smelling it. he took the bag dumped it in the grass then began to grind it into the ground then told us to think of ti as a get out of jail free card. im sooo glad he was cool about it and not a dick.
Greens420
Member
well why do ya think my occupation says talk to my lawyer.. been raided way to many times buy
the coppers and only have one pot convication.. but they just keep coming stupided
Idiots. i don't really like cops they wrecked to much of my shit. sprayed my poor dog in
the face with a fire extinguisher two sepread times he had to go to the Vet,battering ram the door's and never got a thing only once.. what a waste off time and money you would think they have something better to do like shake down some, crack-heads..
the coppers and only have one pot convication.. but they just keep coming stupided
Idiots. i don't really like cops they wrecked to much of my shit. sprayed my poor dog in
the face with a fire extinguisher two sepread times he had to go to the Vet,battering ram the door's and never got a thing only once.. what a waste off time and money you would think they have something better to do like shake down some, crack-heads..
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chrones
Member
got a story for all of you that like to cook
got a story for all of you that like to cook
about two months ago a house down the street from me caught fire on furter ivestgation the poicle found 250 pot plants inside the half demolised house the owner of the house was charged for the growth and cultivation of marijuana after futher more investigation it found that the fire was casued becasuse the idiot owner left apot on the stove so be carful when you cook
got a story for all of you that like to cook
about two months ago a house down the street from me caught fire on furter ivestgation the poicle found 250 pot plants inside the half demolised house the owner of the house was charged for the growth and cultivation of marijuana after futher more investigation it found that the fire was casued becasuse the idiot owner left apot on the stove so be carful when you cook
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avgjoe
Here is mine from way back in highschool daze:
Some friends and I were toking up in the room of a motel 6. We were smoking out of my friend's brand new inside-out pipe. He was quite proud of his recent purchase and would not shut up about how great it was. So thick and look at the colors, yadayadayada. Just about when we were about to collectively tell him to stfu, the cops did the job for us and kicked in the door...
I guess motel security suspected us at the beginning and had been sniffing around our door and called the cops. They were real assholes and threw us down on the beds and started yelling into our stoned faces. That's always fun.
So one of the cops gets around to noticing my friend's super awesome pipe and takes it upon himself to do a pitcher's wind up and throw it into the sink, trying to break it. The big fat inside-out pipe just wouldn't break. It was glorious! Mr piglet must have thrown it as hard as he could into the sink like 6-10 times, just over and over. He finally gave up after our stoned asses started snickering and he was out of breath. God that was awesome.
The icing on the cake was when they went to search us. As my friend stood up to be frisked he rolled a medecine bottle with the greens down the back of his leg and tapped it under the bed with his heel. Since the cops could find nothing but the indestructible piece, they had to let us go. We ran out of there so fast before they foun the surprise under the bed.
So there is my lil brush with the law. Good times and memories.
Some friends and I were toking up in the room of a motel 6. We were smoking out of my friend's brand new inside-out pipe. He was quite proud of his recent purchase and would not shut up about how great it was. So thick and look at the colors, yadayadayada. Just about when we were about to collectively tell him to stfu, the cops did the job for us and kicked in the door...
I guess motel security suspected us at the beginning and had been sniffing around our door and called the cops. They were real assholes and threw us down on the beds and started yelling into our stoned faces. That's always fun.
So one of the cops gets around to noticing my friend's super awesome pipe and takes it upon himself to do a pitcher's wind up and throw it into the sink, trying to break it. The big fat inside-out pipe just wouldn't break. It was glorious! Mr piglet must have thrown it as hard as he could into the sink like 6-10 times, just over and over. He finally gave up after our stoned asses started snickering and he was out of breath. God that was awesome.
The icing on the cake was when they went to search us. As my friend stood up to be frisked he rolled a medecine bottle with the greens down the back of his leg and tapped it under the bed with his heel. Since the cops could find nothing but the indestructible piece, they had to let us go. We ran out of there so fast before they foun the surprise under the bed.
So there is my lil brush with the law. Good times and memories.
This is a great little thread you guys got going on here. I got a retard story for you, from back in my "Wild days". (It's really like last year, but it seems like a long time ago..)
So me and my stoner buddy were on a little mission to hotbox a little white car, and we were feeling pretty determined, it was a favorite past time of ours. There are little nature park parking lots scattered through out my shit little town, and nobody seems to venture to nature to often these days. We chose a parking lot, but it had one old bitch sitting in her car getting ready to leave right as we pull in. My buddy, wether on purpose or slip of the clutch, happens to tap the little car-blocker gate thingy parking in his spot, then turns the car off. The lady leaves and I start to roll the dubie were gonna use to hotbox the car.
Please relize I'm doing like a hundred things wrong here. I'm smoking in public, in a car, in a public parking lot, after hitting a gate that an old lady happened to see, rolling a joint blaring the subwoofers in the back to kMK...Thats only like half of them, but you get the idea.
So we bullshit for like ten minutes, and I finish up the spliff, and all the sudden I hear my buddy say "Oh fuck..."
Right as I look up from my project, I see a white car with barlights on top and freeze. I've got a joint on my lap, broken down shwag on a BMW magazine, and two cops getting out of there car looking at the retarded yellow gate that we bumped awhile ago. (We decided not to park in front of the gate about 5 minutes after tapping it.) After they look around like retards for a minute, they see us sitting in the car watching them, and decide to come ask us questions or something...
Heres where I fuck up more.
When the cops come to the car, instead of dumping all the shit on my lap into the backseat, I fold it up and keep it on my lap. The cop comes and taps the window I roll it down and try and bullshit my way out of this, but I get shaky around cops, and he noticed. He asked my to step out of the car (And like a retard) I got to put my "Breakdown Tray" down and some of the herb slips into view. At this moment, the cop grabs my arm, opens my door, and yells as loud as he can in my ear not to move.(Like I can really do much sitting in a little VW all stoned and blocked in by an asshole with a piece of metal on his shirt holding my arm) And I go through with getting arrested and fined and let go. I just thought it was a retarded sitiuation I would share with the ICMaggers.
Tips at least where I live.
1. If a cop asks you to step out of the car, you can refuse if there is no Proboble cause.
2.If your car is not running, and you don't get pulled over(LIke your hotboxing a car in a parking lot) you DO NOT have to roll down the window for the cop, you can just yell through.
3. The answer is always no.
4. Cops don't protect anymore, and the only thing they serve is tickets.
So me and my stoner buddy were on a little mission to hotbox a little white car, and we were feeling pretty determined, it was a favorite past time of ours. There are little nature park parking lots scattered through out my shit little town, and nobody seems to venture to nature to often these days. We chose a parking lot, but it had one old bitch sitting in her car getting ready to leave right as we pull in. My buddy, wether on purpose or slip of the clutch, happens to tap the little car-blocker gate thingy parking in his spot, then turns the car off. The lady leaves and I start to roll the dubie were gonna use to hotbox the car.
Please relize I'm doing like a hundred things wrong here. I'm smoking in public, in a car, in a public parking lot, after hitting a gate that an old lady happened to see, rolling a joint blaring the subwoofers in the back to kMK...Thats only like half of them, but you get the idea.
So we bullshit for like ten minutes, and I finish up the spliff, and all the sudden I hear my buddy say "Oh fuck..."
Right as I look up from my project, I see a white car with barlights on top and freeze. I've got a joint on my lap, broken down shwag on a BMW magazine, and two cops getting out of there car looking at the retarded yellow gate that we bumped awhile ago. (We decided not to park in front of the gate about 5 minutes after tapping it.) After they look around like retards for a minute, they see us sitting in the car watching them, and decide to come ask us questions or something...
Heres where I fuck up more.
When the cops come to the car, instead of dumping all the shit on my lap into the backseat, I fold it up and keep it on my lap. The cop comes and taps the window I roll it down and try and bullshit my way out of this, but I get shaky around cops, and he noticed. He asked my to step out of the car (And like a retard) I got to put my "Breakdown Tray" down and some of the herb slips into view. At this moment, the cop grabs my arm, opens my door, and yells as loud as he can in my ear not to move.(Like I can really do much sitting in a little VW all stoned and blocked in by an asshole with a piece of metal on his shirt holding my arm) And I go through with getting arrested and fined and let go. I just thought it was a retarded sitiuation I would share with the ICMaggers.
Tips at least where I live.
1. If a cop asks you to step out of the car, you can refuse if there is no Proboble cause.
2.If your car is not running, and you don't get pulled over(LIke your hotboxing a car in a parking lot) you DO NOT have to roll down the window for the cop, you can just yell through.
3. The answer is always no.
4. Cops don't protect anymore, and the only thing they serve is tickets.
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its just sky fi
So my story was from last night...
Me and the girl were sittin on the couch watchin chappele show, eatin calizone we had just ordered, smokin out of the bong/bubbler...
had the bong/bubbler... 1 oz, a spoon, 2 grinders, all my papers n shit spread out on my table... hear a knock at the door... so me and her start moving the shit (because its in direct line of sight when you open the door) and my roomate answers... we are standing in the kitchen with our arms full of shit... i hear the guy say hes with the DEA... or so my paranoid stoner mind thought... so we are just standing in the kitchen while he talks to this guy for like 5 minutes then the guy leaves...
Turns out it was someone from the District Attourney's office... who was trying to serve the person who lived in the apartment before us... He apologized for if he scared us... we had been burning incense so i dont think the smell was that bad... but yea...
scary shit
Killed my buzz... so i smoked another bowl
Me and the girl were sittin on the couch watchin chappele show, eatin calizone we had just ordered, smokin out of the bong/bubbler...
had the bong/bubbler... 1 oz, a spoon, 2 grinders, all my papers n shit spread out on my table... hear a knock at the door... so me and her start moving the shit (because its in direct line of sight when you open the door) and my roomate answers... we are standing in the kitchen with our arms full of shit... i hear the guy say hes with the DEA... or so my paranoid stoner mind thought... so we are just standing in the kitchen while he talks to this guy for like 5 minutes then the guy leaves...
Turns out it was someone from the District Attourney's office... who was trying to serve the person who lived in the apartment before us... He apologized for if he scared us... we had been burning incense so i dont think the smell was that bad... but yea...
scary shit
Killed my buzz... so i smoked another bowl
Oh where to begin?
I'll start with a quickie.
I used to drive a 196X Pontiac. It was really sweet but the gas gauge was busted so was always having to intuit how much gas I had left. Well one night I guessed wrong and ran empty about 2 miles from home. I started hoofing it.I was renting a room in a rich neighborhood and the local sheriff is pretty strict. I had about 1/8 and a piece in my pocket so I was a little worried when the cop pulls up next to me. He asks me the usual questions and I tell him what happened. His K9 was going nuts barking the whole time obviously smelling my stash. When the cop checked my id he saw that my address was on a military base. He asked if I was in the service and I said no that I had gotten out recently. The next thing that happened blew my mind and it took me probably 5 seconds to answer. He says, "Hey, I'll give you a ride home."
Of course I hesitate but then I think, wtf?
So he lets me in the passenger seat and we chat about the military and shit. I'm stoned as hell and the K9 is PISSED. The cop keeps telling him to shutup. I get dropped off, shake the cops hand and thank him for the ride. I walk inside and pack a big ol bowl cuz I was shaking once I walked away.
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I used to drive a 196X Pontiac. It was really sweet but the gas gauge was busted so was always having to intuit how much gas I had left. Well one night I guessed wrong and ran empty about 2 miles from home. I started hoofing it.I was renting a room in a rich neighborhood and the local sheriff is pretty strict. I had about 1/8 and a piece in my pocket so I was a little worried when the cop pulls up next to me. He asks me the usual questions and I tell him what happened. His K9 was going nuts barking the whole time obviously smelling my stash. When the cop checked my id he saw that my address was on a military base. He asked if I was in the service and I said no that I had gotten out recently. The next thing that happened blew my mind and it took me probably 5 seconds to answer. He says, "Hey, I'll give you a ride home."
Of course I hesitate but then I think, wtf?
So he lets me in the passenger seat and we chat about the military and shit. I'm stoned as hell and the K9 is PISSED. The cop keeps telling him to shutup. I get dropped off, shake the cops hand and thank him for the ride. I walk inside and pack a big ol bowl cuz I was shaking once I walked away.
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lol ram beau that's funny shit. I'm not much of a story teller but i've been pulled over a few times when i had recently been smoking pot inside the car. I know the smell was strong as hell, one time there was still a lil smoke coming out of my bowl, but the cop let me go. either the cop had a cold and couldn't smell anything, or else he just didn't want to be hassled with all the paperwork required for a small pot arrest (pot is a big deal and carries stiff consequences where i live, and i think a lot of the cops know it's bullshit so they don't like busting people for small amounts of herb). but anyways i've gotten REAL lucky a few times when i knew i should've been busted but the cop didn't even mention smelling anything.
...ya i could've made this a real good story but like i said, i suck at storytelling
...ya i could've made this a real good story but like i said, i suck at storytelling
I got one, me and a few friend this when i was young, we rolled a joint with binder paper.. it burnt nicely but not the point,i got searched he took my eyedrops and i took the label off when stoned.. lol i was curious. HE said to me "So using THC nectar"
im like HUH whats that he said THC EYE DROPS.
I guess there such thing, anyways he went through a process of testing on it lmao.
I got a warning. THE OFFICER got a talking by other officers for not jumping to conclusions
im like HUH whats that he said THC EYE DROPS.
I guess there such thing, anyways he went through a process of testing on it lmao.
I got a warning. THE OFFICER got a talking by other officers for not jumping to conclusions
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zamalito said:
HAHAHAHHAHHHA WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!????!?!?!?!??! sounds like a fuckin retard
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stoner beware...Meth monster will get ya...
stoner beware...Meth monster will get ya...
i was on a trip to hell. i was young and dumb and was mixing drugs (please don't try this at home) I mixed crank and methidone together all was well on my road trip.partied with my family and friends. got laid things were up !! come time to go. stash was low. I sent my brother for more. So he goes off in my truck. Now while I am waiting,My aunties New Boy Toy came up and wanted to see my 10g shotgun. i loaded up a slug shot load. I asked him what to shoot at? He half ass points to a row of my uncles old junk cars and said I could shoot those. Like Clint Eastwood I leveled that 13inch barrol on my hip,held the pistol grip and fired one in to the side of the closest one. I shot my Uncles van with his stuff stored inside it left a 1/2 dollor size hole in through his belongings and out the other side. The slug shot broke through and came out the other side in 9 exit holes. BAD... He was yelling at me, my auntie calls the cops I got in to it with this man.broke his jaw with the shotgun. Very Bad !! Now i am running down the road with guns,drugs and a linchmob behind me (torches & pitchforks) just kidding!! anyway I get my Brother and we hit the highway. leaving town there were cop all over.(Wimper). I get parinoid so i think i don't need to go directly home. I call to see what going on at home. Nothing I've been awake for 3 plus days now I needed some sleep. I went home smoked a fair share of some fine weed. kick off my shoes and fell asleep. About 4 AM I wake to a weird muffle in the room!! I go to the door opened it and looked up to the sound. A helicopter was hovering about 100 ft above my house. I freaked out. I locked my door, scream at my brother to get up!!! I stuff a platter of dope and pills in the kitchen cabnet run for the grow room.I pull up all 16 of my Purplekush starts and tried to flush them down the shitter The toilet took 10 or so before it plugged up!! suddenly it was Quiet........nothing!......5 mins goes by.....Nothing......1/2 hour.....not a peep out side! I played peek-a-boo all morning...nothing....so I sit and turn on the TV. Some time passes and the noon news comes on and they are talking about a fugitive that fled in to this complex down on the lake side next thing I see is cops arresting some man in my back yard and I can see my rooftop ...Wow... Now I have drugs spilled all over, pills all over,my toilet is now a soil enriched tiolet, dirt all the way from the bedroom to the bath room. 3 or 4 broken pots with 12inch tall broken plants laying in my tub full of dirt.I was bad very bad.!!!! The moral of this tail when you play big you lose big. O' and stick with weed not with the speed. PS all true story!!
stoner beware...Meth monster will get ya...
i was on a trip to hell. i was young and dumb and was mixing drugs (please don't try this at home) I mixed crank and methidone together all was well on my road trip.partied with my family and friends. got laid things were up !! come time to go. stash was low. I sent my brother for more. So he goes off in my truck. Now while I am waiting,My aunties New Boy Toy came up and wanted to see my 10g shotgun. i loaded up a slug shot load. I asked him what to shoot at? He half ass points to a row of my uncles old junk cars and said I could shoot those. Like Clint Eastwood I leveled that 13inch barrol on my hip,held the pistol grip and fired one in to the side of the closest one. I shot my Uncles van with his stuff stored inside it left a 1/2 dollor size hole in through his belongings and out the other side. The slug shot broke through and came out the other side in 9 exit holes. BAD... He was yelling at me, my auntie calls the cops I got in to it with this man.broke his jaw with the shotgun. Very Bad !! Now i am running down the road with guns,drugs and a linchmob behind me (torches & pitchforks) just kidding!! anyway I get my Brother and we hit the highway. leaving town there were cop all over.(Wimper). I get parinoid so i think i don't need to go directly home. I call to see what going on at home. Nothing I've been awake for 3 plus days now I needed some sleep. I went home smoked a fair share of some fine weed. kick off my shoes and fell asleep. About 4 AM I wake to a weird muffle in the room!! I go to the door opened it and looked up to the sound. A helicopter was hovering about 100 ft above my house. I freaked out. I locked my door, scream at my brother to get up!!! I stuff a platter of dope and pills in the kitchen cabnet run for the grow room.I pull up all 16 of my Purplekush starts and tried to flush them down the shitter The toilet took 10 or so before it plugged up!! suddenly it was Quiet........nothing!......5 mins goes by.....Nothing......1/2 hour.....not a peep out side! I played peek-a-boo all morning...nothing....so I sit and turn on the TV. Some time passes and the noon news comes on and they are talking about a fugitive that fled in to this complex down on the lake side next thing I see is cops arresting some man in my back yard and I can see my rooftop ...Wow... Now I have drugs spilled all over, pills all over,my toilet is now a soil enriched tiolet, dirt all the way from the bedroom to the bath room. 3 or 4 broken pots with 12inch tall broken plants laying in my tub full of dirt.I was bad very bad.!!!! The moral of this tail when you play big you lose big. O' and stick with weed not with the speed. PS all true story!!
Hahaah here is one that happend to my uncle 20-30 years ago.. so he gets pulled over and he has 5-7 pot plants about 4-5 inches tall, the cop comes up gets his license and he had a warrant.. so he ran it through the database W/E... when the cop was doing that.. Gary my uncle ate ALL the pot plants because he thought the cop might see them.. LOL. So my uncle pulled it off.
Another one of.. me and some friends.. a while back.. when i was skating, at are skate park my friend pulled out 2 big joints and we went in the woods and got baked and we had bean bags out there so we were just chilling then we hear.. something in the bushes.. the park rangers.. they were chasing us.. we were so high outta are minds.. some people hid,ran,kept sleeping.. 2 of the guys got busted me and the other two.. ran are ass home.
Another one of.. me and some friends.. a while back.. when i was skating, at are skate park my friend pulled out 2 big joints and we went in the woods and got baked and we had bean bags out there so we were just chilling then we hear.. something in the bushes.. the park rangers.. they were chasing us.. we were so high outta are minds.. some people hid,ran,kept sleeping.. 2 of the guys got busted me and the other two.. ran are ass home.
When I was about 18 or so years old, a friend and I were pulled over driving down the freeway. We were smoking up a short while ago so the car stank, so as I'm slowing down and pulling over, I roll all the windows down in a vain attempt to air out the car before finally stopping. Didn't work so well, as the cop smelled it. I knew he could too, so when he asked about it I just gave up the few grams I had on me, hoping my cooperation would convince him to take it easy on me. He ran both our names, we were otherwise totally clean, no priors, no warrants. He proceeds to dump the weed on the roadside, stomps it into the gravel, tells us to get lost, and just takes off. After he's around the corner, we picked out what we could and left with probably 1/2 of it.
Fast forward few years, I'm living in a flat in college town. Never grew yet, but I did deal a little to fund my own habit. I just picked up, so I have this little duffel bag full of a pound of weed bagged up into oz's, and a triple beam scale. I'm planning to walk about 3 blocks away to split it with my partner in crime. So I walk out the front door, lo-and-behold, there's 2 cops sitting in an unmarked car at the curb right in front of my house! Oh SHIAT! My heart goes crazy, I can feel the panic! 2 of my friends/customers got popped for possession in the last month, so I'm extra paranoid. I froze for a couple seconds, seemed like hours. I'm considering running back in the house, and a million other crazy stupid things like just dropping the bag right there and walk away. I know that would be the dumbest thing ever, but my brain was overwhelmed, I couldnt even think. Anyway, I manage to keep it together, I calmly walk down my steps, nod to the cops, and walk down the street, practically exploding out of my skin the entire time. As it was, the cops were just sitting there watching for speeders, or eating donuts, or whatever it is cops do when they arent fuk'n with ME....
My heart has never raced like that since.
Fast forward few years, I'm living in a flat in college town. Never grew yet, but I did deal a little to fund my own habit. I just picked up, so I have this little duffel bag full of a pound of weed bagged up into oz's, and a triple beam scale. I'm planning to walk about 3 blocks away to split it with my partner in crime. So I walk out the front door, lo-and-behold, there's 2 cops sitting in an unmarked car at the curb right in front of my house! Oh SHIAT! My heart goes crazy, I can feel the panic! 2 of my friends/customers got popped for possession in the last month, so I'm extra paranoid. I froze for a couple seconds, seemed like hours. I'm considering running back in the house, and a million other crazy stupid things like just dropping the bag right there and walk away. I know that would be the dumbest thing ever, but my brain was overwhelmed, I couldnt even think. Anyway, I manage to keep it together, I calmly walk down my steps, nod to the cops, and walk down the street, practically exploding out of my skin the entire time. As it was, the cops were just sitting there watching for speeders, or eating donuts, or whatever it is cops do when they arent fuk'n with ME....
My heart has never raced like that since.
BOSTON - Announcing the sale of pot out of a dorm room window is probably not a good idea when two police officers are within hearing range.
A pair of former Northeastern University freshmen are facing drug and other charges after prosecutors said one of them leaned out his dorm window on Sunday and loudly told a woman in the dorm opposite his that he and his roommate were selling pot.
Two plain clothes Boston officers in the building overheard the conversation, made their way up to a second floor dorm room where they arrested Michael Emery, 18, of Haverhill and Matthew Ferrante, 18, of North Andover after finding about four ounces of marijuana, drug paraphernalia, including a scale, and several bottles of alcohol in the room, the Suffolk district attorney's office said.
"If you're looking for weed, my roommate Ferrante has some for sale," Emery allegedly said out the window, according to the district attorney's office.
The students were arraigned in Roxbury District Court on Tuesday on charges of possession of a class D substance with intent to distribute in a school zone, possession of alcohol by a minor, and conspiracy to violate the state's drug laws. The intent to distribute charge carries a maximum of two years in jail.
They pleaded not guilty, were both released on personal recognizance and are due back in court on Oct. 24.
Attorneys for the men did not immediately return calls for comment.
"They are no longer students here," university spokeswoman Laura Shea said.
"For a college student, he wasn't very smart," facelift replied.
A pair of former Northeastern University freshmen are facing drug and other charges after prosecutors said one of them leaned out his dorm window on Sunday and loudly told a woman in the dorm opposite his that he and his roommate were selling pot.
Two plain clothes Boston officers in the building overheard the conversation, made their way up to a second floor dorm room where they arrested Michael Emery, 18, of Haverhill and Matthew Ferrante, 18, of North Andover after finding about four ounces of marijuana, drug paraphernalia, including a scale, and several bottles of alcohol in the room, the Suffolk district attorney's office said.
"If you're looking for weed, my roommate Ferrante has some for sale," Emery allegedly said out the window, according to the district attorney's office.
The students were arraigned in Roxbury District Court on Tuesday on charges of possession of a class D substance with intent to distribute in a school zone, possession of alcohol by a minor, and conspiracy to violate the state's drug laws. The intent to distribute charge carries a maximum of two years in jail.
They pleaded not guilty, were both released on personal recognizance and are due back in court on Oct. 24.
Attorneys for the men did not immediately return calls for comment.
"They are no longer students here," university spokeswoman Laura Shea said.
"For a college student, he wasn't very smart," facelift replied.
I was sitting outside a local gin mill the 'Potters Inn' rolling a joint in the passenger seat of my friends classic '66 Malibu when I suddenly noticed the fender of the Blazer that pulled in next to me said 'POLICE' on it. I'd just finished the 'lick n twist' & had tucked it behind my ear when the door flew open....... all of this happening in about two seconds time. The cop grabbed the sack of sweet colombian gold (about an oz.) out of my lap & demanded my license from me, this cop Mike & I knew each other for years & I knew he still got stoned whenever he could.
He took my license & went back to his squad car to run it, while doing that I saw him sort of fiddling with my sack of gold although I couldn't tell just what he was doing. After a few minutes he called me over to his window & gave me back my license with this warning....... "1, 2, 3 strikes you're out!" whatever the flock that meant & he started to take off driving. I yelled "Hey! Mike! what about my weed man, that was all I had." "Turn around and look on the ground" was his reply & that sorta scared me but when I turned around it looked as though he'd left my ounce intact in the bag, when I picked it up I could tell that he'd filched close to half of it, wtf hopefully he got too high to write up some other stoners.......
Funniest thing was that although I couldn't actually see him filching the sack he'd parked so close to one of the bar room windows that several patrons saw him very clearly take a sampling of my weed.......
Eventually Mike went down for cocaine convictions as he was using hard.
He took my license & went back to his squad car to run it, while doing that I saw him sort of fiddling with my sack of gold although I couldn't tell just what he was doing. After a few minutes he called me over to his window & gave me back my license with this warning....... "1, 2, 3 strikes you're out!" whatever the flock that meant & he started to take off driving. I yelled "Hey! Mike! what about my weed man, that was all I had." "Turn around and look on the ground" was his reply & that sorta scared me but when I turned around it looked as though he'd left my ounce intact in the bag, when I picked it up I could tell that he'd filched close to half of it, wtf hopefully he got too high to write up some other stoners.......
Funniest thing was that although I couldn't actually see him filching the sack he'd parked so close to one of the bar room windows that several patrons saw him very clearly take a sampling of my weed.......
Eventually Mike went down for cocaine convictions as he was using hard.
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