Arrest Stories & Close Calls

[Guest]

I'd personally rather have cops on the road who steal my weed when they pull me over instead of writing me a ticket....the ticket is gonna be 200-1000 depending on quantity and state, and its probably gonna cost you more than buying a new sack.

 

[Relapse]

These both happed when i was 18 and each within a month of eachother.


A friend and I were waiting in a parking lot of some company waiting to buy a bag from one of my co-workers (not the same companies parking lot that I worked at at the time). Eventually the lights went out in the parking lot and I called my co-worker who said that he had just received a call from his guy who he was getting it from for us and it would be about another 45 min. I had a joint rolled at home and we decided to go back home and grab it.

After about 25 min back and forth we were again in the deserted parking lot. We rolled down the windows and opened the moon roof and sparked the jay. I am always a paranoid toker when out in public and happen to look up as a cop car pulled past some bushes with it's lights off. I freak out and tell my friend who proceeds to freak out as well. I pulled my reclined chair into an upright position, turn my car on and start to drive out of the parking lot. As soon as the cop sees this he guns it and pulls up right behind me with that damn spot light blaring into my car.

At this point my friend is holding the cherried joint and freaking out asking me what to do with it. I tell him not to throw it out the window but to put it out on his shoe and put it in his sock. As he does this I am driving on a road with no idea of the speed limit but am driving 25 making damn sure not to swerve. Around the corner the lights of a KFC building pop out from behind a tree. I pull into the drive through and the cop drives off. We call up my co-worker and tell him the story and we meet him at a 24h Sherries get our bag and smoke the rest of the jay on the way back home.

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Two of my friends and I were sitting outside a park after dark in my car waiting to see if the gates closed at 10:00. My friend who dealt had some new weed and I was trading dub for dub with him, which we were going to smoke in the park if we got in. He was busy weighing out my weed when a car pulls out of the park. I'd been watching it and it pulled in front of me so we couldn't drive off and shined that spot light into my car.

My friend started freaking out because he had little less than an ounce and was weighing out my weed on my back seat. I look over and my other friend was going "oh ****, oh ****, oh ****...." As the two cops were getting out of their car and walking towards mine I get out of the car and the conversation goes

ME: "Hey, yea we were just waiting to see if the gates close at ten."
COP: "Yep gates close at ten."
Me: "OK cool thanks we'll go find somewhere else to hang out, have a good night."

The cops get back into their car and drive off and we follow suit. I find out my friend had chucked his scale and my weed all over the floor under my seat which we had to pick out with only the lights of our cell phones.

 

[toottie]

back in the days of doing other substances i went 2 a friends stag do at his hse ( he was a hard hse dj with the set up 2 go with it )BANGING AND LOUD
between about 10 ov us we were playing swapsis all night with different things
at about 4:30ish am i was coming from the kitchen 2 the front room witch was next 2 front door ( big glass window in front door ) i could see a number of police helmet's walking towards the front door. i walked in the front room which smelt ov green, charlie, hash(dirt) and badly, told every1 that plod is about 2 knock on front door ( they all laughed )
KNOCK KNOCK went the door music went dead we opened the door ( shitting ourselves ) they had an arrest warrent 4 som1 we had never heard ov and came in to have a look ( about 6 plod in hse ) they had a good look round said sorry 4 disturbing us and told us 2 keep it down a bit
we all would ov been F****D if they had decided 2 be funny with us

 

[FRIENDinDEED]

STONER4LIFE-
sorry to hear bout mike, iam sure he was one hell-of-a cop and friend. but thats. . thats jstu too funny. alteast he tried to make it look good. sound like something that would happen in superbad or something.

 

[echo-_-v]

Well I just had one of my least favorite smoke rides. Me and my buddy each rolled a splif for ourselves, and drove just down the street to a vacant lot to park and smoke, we can't smoke in our apartment. Just as my buddy was putting his out, i saw some headlights coming down the hill towards us, so i kept mine low, when the car caught a street light i saw the lights on top... my heart missed a couple beats, i calmly put mine out in the ashtray and we both sat there glued to the back of our seats. Neither of us looked at the cop, so i don't know if he ever looked at us, but he drove behind us and down the lot, just as i lost sight of him around the corner i told the kid to get on it, so we got the hell outta there, went straight home and inside, a couple minutes later we saw the cop drive by, maybe i was just paranoid but he looked like he was on it... Either way it was way too close for me.

 

[Nikeforged]

A few years back, my buddy got a shitload of cash. He was rolling in dough and was spending money like it was going to rot in his pocket. He bought a brand new car and just basically spent his money foolishly. When he was getting down in funds he started hanging out with Drug Dealers from a couple provinces away (Canadian ) they basically asked him for financing for lights and grow equipment I imagine. However, when they left for the coast they took his car with him. Time passes by and the communication breaks down between my buddy and the dealers. And eventually my buddy asks me to drive him to the coast and help him get his wheels/money.
Being the good friend that I am I make the journey with him. We stay a couple days on the coast getting baked and having a good time. But it was time to start going home. The payment the dealers gave my boy wasn't in cash like previously thought. He recieved his payment in more than a couple pounds of fine stinky bud. I wasn't too happy about this as we were going to be traveling back cross country with more than enough weed to land him in jail. Being the dumb ass that he is he thinks nothing of it. We are traveling through the Rockies at the end of the first day, the mountians were beautiful and awe inspiring. Thoughtout the whole trip he was following me, and he was carrying the precious cargo. There was not many cars on the road that night however I did get concerned because when I looked back one of his headlights were out. It must have been near midnight when we seen this car far off in the distance. My buddy wasn't far behind me, just far enough that his light wasn't in my eyes. As we approached this car coming fast in the distance, I started to get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I slowed down to near the speed limit because of the nature of this trip. When the car passed me, to my horror I seen is was a Copper. Not only that but as soon as he passed my car his lights went on. For that split second I thought I was going to get sick. It was like I got punched in the stomach. I couldn't breathe or think momentarily. Flashes of thoughts run though my mind. Fear for my friend who isn't a drug smuggler, he's just a dumbass. Thoughts about how I am going to explain this to his mom. Thoughts about how I would tell everyone what happened to my friend without them looking down upon me for not stopping him. Just as soon as the lights came, the cop turned them off. It was his way of giving a warning I guess. Scared the piss out of me, I couldn't imagine what was going through his mind. Needless to say the rest of the trip was good. We were able to make it to our destination without another hiccup. However he learned his lesson he has since then stopped hanging out with those guys and doesn't "run" it anymore. Just a couple stupid kids, playing with fire...

 

[soxx16]

i had a close call the other day. i was driving back from a professional football competition that took place two states away. the time was 12:45am, and i was tired from being in the sun all day and being in car for the last 7 hours. i was also smoking a bowl of some of the local chron. as i'm driving this car makes a u-turn and starts to follow me. i assume its a cop, so i stashed the bowl back in the pouch to store it in and put it under the seat. then about thirty seconds after he turns around, i see the red and blue in the back and think "oh shit, im going to jail." and there's still something missing, i can't find my grinder. i'm feeling all around for it, and as the police officer comes up i nab it and throw it under my seat, hoping it goes under the back seat to hide. the cop comes up and asks the usual, "where are you coming from?" i responded with the game i went to and told him its been a long night. then gave him my license and registration. i handed him the wrong registration. then i had to search all over my console for it, couldn't find it. so he took the old one. by this time, he's asked me if i've had anything to drink a few times. each time i said no. he went back to his car, then came back. he asked me to tip my hat back and to follow his pen with my eyes and not my head. after that test, he asked for a breath-a-lizer. i said i would be more than happy to do so. by then i was thinking im in the clear. but then he got back to the window, and was wondering if the breathalizers they use pick up cannabis. they dont. after i blew in the device, he said "wow, zero. i saw things wrong with your eyes when you were following my pen. thanks for telling the truth. i'll be right back with your information and warning. just be careful." and that was that. i got lucky because i took a rip no more than two minutes before talking to him! being a nice guy pays off i guess haha.

 

[master shake]

last Friday I could have been a VERY bad situation. A friend and I had recently meet this group of chicks from his apartments. that night we went to some bar with music in some hickville 15 miles south from where we're at. Went had a good time, I had 1 beer there and 3 prior to going to the bar. I felt good but not close to being drunk. We left and were following the girls back, when we got on the highway my friend and I had the same idea, FLOOR IT! I'm not trying to brag but my car is quite fast (LS1 trans am ) so we flew by em and I hit 110 and slowed down, just a little fun, barely any traffic...I get down to the speed limit and immediately see the red and blue behind me SHIT! I asked friend if I should run. We both agreed, no. Honestly there was no where to go but just go faster and more dangerous speed or through open fields lol (no side roads in the stretch of highway). And plus we didn't have anything on us.

So I was not nervous at all...then the cop came up to the window and blah blah...asked why the hell I did that and I just told him we were showing off for some girls! I think he digged that and was not a dick the whole time. then he stuck his head closer to me and I knew he smelled something , wtf!? made me get out and explained to me he smelled alcohol, I said my friend had been drinking and I had 0 to drink, I lied...Asked if I had any open containers in the car and I told him no, please search my car. made me sit on the hood of his car with the lights tripping me out. His "backup" came and he came over and wouldnt stop staring at my car and talking about how he used to have one and that "it's so easy to get it up there on the speedometer" (you asshole then let me go!) Other pig checked my record and I'm 100% clean, checked my friends and i heard the person on his radio say it, paraphernalia misdemeanor. So he just gave me the ticket and told us to have a safe night. Overall it could have been a horrible situation, I could have gotten drunk which i usually do if i go to a bar. Best thing, hate to say it, we were out of dank! if we had some it would have been with us, and a pipe, but for the RARE chance of not having weed we were safe! So instead of going to jail I just got a $300 ticket, I'd say I'm pretty happy with that considering....

 

[PHANTOM]

Great thread, If just 1 person learns something and avoids capture it will have helped to save a grow or stop someone getting nicked

I`m on page 5 but I`m gonna keep reading this great thread.

heres my story, about 1999 I was on my way to a security job I had been contracted to do, manning high speed trains out of london on the weekend as drunks were vandalising them.

so I`m walking through a park on the outskirst of the housing estate I grew up on and i here someone shouting, looking around I glimpsed 2 guys standing on a corner next to a shed for big communal bins. I carried on walking and they carried on shouting so I stopped and had a good look at them,realising it was my brother and cousin i ambled over as I was well early for the job.

My cousin had some great weed wrapped in a piece of torn paper and we immediately started putting one together, none of us was on the ball, my brother was cupping the rizla as my cousin was building the joint and as I randomly look up I see 2 cops about twenty metres away coming towards us.

I started saying police, police put it down whilst doing my best not to move my lips so my brother puts his hand on the bin and lets the joint fall inside (knowing no one in thier right mind would go rooting about in there) at the same time my cousin squashes the weed in the paper and throws it behind the bin.

The cops get up to us and ask all the usual questions, where are you going? where have you been? what are you doing here? etc etc etc and we answer all the usual answers nowhere, nowhere, and nothing, then they start saying they just thought it suspicious that we would stand around by a bin and I replied I was going this way they were going that way we met on the corner which seemed to satisfy them.

so they search us anyway (force of habit I think) and have a look around, one cop actually shines his torch on the paper holding the weed and when they don`t turn anything up they leave and we go in the other direction, sneaking back five minutes later to retrieve the weed.

Me and my cousin start walking towards the underground station where he lives and I`m gonna catch the tube, as we turn the corner we run into the same cops in their car who are questioning some one else, so we carry on smoking a joint on the way, getting to the station already stoned and not thinking I dont get a ticket because going from that station to certain others in my youth didn`t always require a ticket but as I said I was stoned and it slipped my mind that I was going to central london where they had barriers.

We smoked another one on the platform while waiting for the train (naughty boys) and my cousin slipped me a nice bud for after work, so he gets off the train and I carried on my journey nicely toasted. I get off the train at the station and go up the stairs, as soon as I see the barriers and ticket inspector it hits me like a .50 cal round OH SH*T I DIDN`T GET A TICKET! (ironically part of my job that evening was to stop fare dodgers) so I think fast and go straight up to the ticket inspector and say "I`m here to work and I need to see the station manager" he points me to the office and I go in and tell him the same thing, Im here to work.


Apparently he don`t know nothing about it and gets on the radio, the next thing I know the really good weed really starts to have an effect and I`m getting real hot and start to sweat, so I take off my jacket and take a few deep breaths at this point a British transport police WPC walks into the office and gives me a look she probably reserves for crackheads and fare dodgers!!!!!!!!!!

Now I'm really starting to sweat as she ignores me and starts talking to the station manager , now at this point I`m thinking its game over, possesion, fare dodging, I won`t be getting much work done tonight when the door opens and in walks my boss and says your late, we walk out of the managers office and straight past the ticket inspector who just nodded and let us go by.

we had a productive night at work and I smoked the bud on the walk home from the station, thanking my lucky stars that I still had the liberty and weed to be walking home smoking, I was quite young and wouldn`t make these kinda mistakes again (besides they have ticket barriers in most station now)

Another time I was asleep on the sofa when my wife phoned and asked me to pick her up from a late shift, I jumped in the car and started on my way. about halfway as I`m about to light a joint I notice a cop on my tail and as I keep driving I see one ahead, now they are both following me and I`m starting to think its going pear shaped, on come the lights and I pull over. the cop comes to the window and asks me to get out and go to the back he then tells me I was swerving and he wants to breathalyse me, I rarely drink and hadn`t for months so I passed easily and explained I was asleep and got up to drive.

He let me go but if he had searched the car or I had sparked the joint it would have been game over.

If you got this far I know you had some laughs, everyone`s got a story share yours and give other people a reason to laugh at the cops






PEACE.

PHANTOM.

 

[browndirt]

Advebtures in the Growing Trade

Advebtures in the Growing Trade

Jurraisic Growing​

So I walked into the local watering hole and found myself staring into the face of my old growing mentor, the guy who started me out in the trade many years ago and dubbed me the Brown Dirt Warrior. We looked at each other and laughed, happy to see each other. It had been at least ten years. He'd been up the Coast doing an outdoor grow on a hundred acres of private land out past Edgemont. He introduced me to the guy with him, his business partner.

Over a beer, I chatted with his partner. He was a dot-comer who'd lost a bundle when the bubble burst. Apparently, he had paper worth but no cash flow, and my buddy had him growing two hundred plants on the side of a mountain on a waterfront development property that he'd planned to transform into a fishing resort. No road access. What a score, I thought.

After a couple more beers, my buddy asked if I'd like to come up and assess his grow operation. He'd taught me the trade but, a couple of years earlier, when I'd handed him an outdoor bud, the likes of which he had never seen or tasted in all his years of growing, the torch had passed from teacher to student. A turning point for me, a defining moment - when student surpassed master.

We headed up by boat. Out of the mist came a mirage - a massive development property, huge chalet tucked against the fjord on a small piece of real estate, fully equipped with a giant deck extending into the water, guest house on an outcropping, private island in the bay, and a truck on the property that had been barged in for private use. The only dirt road wound from the chalet up the mountain and out of sight.

It wasn't long before I was winding up this switchback in the truck, my buddy and his partner on either side of me in the front seat, laughing at my stunned look as I traveled on this surreal, Jurassic Park-like growing adventure.

We stopped outside the patch. It struck me how absurd it was that we didn't have to hide. The crop was in full view, and we were on a marijuana patch – a hundred acres of private, exotic resort!

The patch had a gravity-fed drip system from a sixty-five gallon barrel feeding into a hundred five-gallon pots of several different strains of Indica and Sativa. Quite impressive, I mused to myself, casting my eyes over the vista and broken islands of Howe Sound inlet.

That evening in the chalet, I drank cognac and stared out over the water through the huge glass windows in a room with cherry oak beams and vaulted ceilings, discussing with these guys about pulling some of the crop down. They asked if I wanted to stick around and help; they'd make it worth my while. How could I resist? This was a walk in the park – Jurassic, if you will.
We went up the mountain and took down about a hundred pounds of wet weight, packing it into the back of the truck. With an aperitif in one hand and a fat joint in the other, I wondered what the poor people were doing.

Into the night, we pruned pot in front of a blazing fire in the giant fireplace, drinking fine liqueurs. My mentor and I exchanged war stories about adventures in the growing trade, the dot-com guy getting a real ear full, his jaw gaping as he listened.

We clipped into the dawn until the booze was gone, then went to sleep, leaving a giant pile of weed on the living room floor. The rest was drying on racks and screens in a back room with a fan.

The next morning, we pruned again. We clipped for about an hour before my buddy suggested we take a break, get into the canoe and paddle around the point to check out a great spot for next year's grow. I elected to stay behind to tackle the massive pile of weed sitting in front of us.

The guys headed out and left me alone. I pruned and watched out the huge window as they paddled around the point.

No sooner were they out of sight when I heard the drone of a floatplane. Moments later, it flew into sight and landed on the water just outside the sheltered lagoon. I watched intently as this unwelcome visitor taxied around the island and approached the chalet!

What the ****? I'm sitting with all this pot in this utterly remote setting and here comes a floatplane? As the plane taxied in too close for comfort, I crouched behind the furniture and intently watched it draw closer. Who the hell was this??

The plane stopped just short of the shoreline and the engine died. Whoever it was, they were getting out. Staying below the windowsill, I shuffled on my hands and knees to the cover of the hallway in my socks. When I was out of view, I jumped up and bolted for the door. Flinging it open, I was horrorstruck to see that it faced a rock wall just two feet off the stoop. The only escape was straight up…and up…and up -- with no end in sight. I suddenly became aware I was in my sock feet, but could do nothing about it because my boots were out on the front deck. So I jumped out and grappled up the rock, hoisting myself up several meters over muddy, rocky crags and precarious little shrubs growing out of crannies. When I could climb no further, I hung there and craned around, out of breath and spitting dirt. Looking down onto the roof of the chalet and a portion of the plane visible in the water out front, the rest of it obscured by the vegetation of a huge tree in the yard. I painfully realized that dropping or falling was not an option.

Trying to catch my breath, my fingers and toes raw and hurting, my clothes soiled, I watched as a man jumped out onto a pontoon and yelled "Hello, anybody there?" Of course, I wasn't about to announce myself, clinging to the rock face, with a hundred pounds of pot on the chalet floor.


To my surprise and relief, the guy hopped back into the plane and it took off as quickly as it had arrived. When I was sure he was airborne, I slowly and carefully found my way back down, wondering how I'd ever made my way up.

Staring out the window, thinking about how good a hot shower would feel, I wondered what the hell had just happened. As if on cue, I saw the canoe round the point, heading back to the chalet.

The guys finally returned. They'd seen the plane and had headed back as quickly as they could. Apparently the plane belonged to dot-com's other business partner, who had his pilot's license, and had probably flown in on a whim to see if anyone was around.

Chalk up another bizarre, nail-biting adventure in the growing trade.

(visit brwndirtwarrior on youtube for the movie)

 

[chronicinjury]

awesome story browndirt

 

[R03]

Yeah browndirt I like your story,

I watched your movie as well.
I liked it a lot, your narration, and the shots, effects, very artistic, beautiful scenery. Reminds me of why I look to move there very shortly.

Also that's a sweet truck, too bad about the one patch lost.
I think you summed it up pretty well in the end.

 

[soxx16]

so about a month ago, my father and step mom came up to the university i attend to visit me. prior to their arrival, i put everything but most stuff away. (the knew i smoked cigars phillies of course haha) but there were a few things left behind. on my door, the first thing to be seen before entering my room is a picture of a little bhudda holding a plate full of cannabis. oops. then once entering i noticed i left papers and a roller out (i dont use the roller anymore, handroll is the way to go). after they left, i freaked out seeing all the stuff just sitting there, in plain view of my father. i went home over the extended weekend, and the first actual conversation we have is about what i left out. i told him i smoked cannabis and he got pissed. he cant hold me down now, i left the house and out on my own. so it's out in the open, busted by my dad.

here's a funny little snippit. over the summer i moved back in with the rents because of summer vaca and not going to school in the summer so i had to take my grow with me. i make a cheap carbon scrubber that didnt really work. one day my dad walked into my room and says "why does it always smell like a skunk in here?" i blamed it on the mini fridge in my room. that was risky, and ive learned to be more careful! too close for my comfort.

 

[Logos]

A day at the lake

A day at the lake

This was a god-awful long time ago. Me and my buds were going to a lake out in the boonies. It was Nelson, Linda (his girlfriend), Burk (Linda’s older brother), Linda’s and Burk's younger siblings (like 7 & 8), Gary and his girlfriend. We were all around 20 to 22 years old and we liked to parrrtae!

Nelson and Linda had an on / off relationship so when I was around them I never knew if any particular day was gonna be all nicey-nice between them or if it would be World War lll .

Some of the people Burk hung out with were into downers, something I had no liking for. I would drink the Bali Hai and Annie Greenspring, cheap Gallo wine by the gallon jug. You older tokers know the stuff. I liked the hallucinogens too… a lot. So that was my thing.

Burk had an older beat up van, I can’t remember the make, maybe a Dodge. One summer day we piled into the van and headed for one of the many lakes in the area. Someone lit one up and passed it around. Then Gary passed out yellow jackets, which is a downer. I didn’t know he was carrying them as he wasn’t a bud I hung with. But I was feeling pretty good after just having smoked and so I swallowed the capsule.

Soon the van left the asphalt, and we bounced down the dirt road in a cloud of summer dust. I was already feeling the effects of the downer when we arrived at the end of the road which was a parking lot at the lake. There were other people there with their kids, swimming, fishing, wading, picnicking, all the usual stuff people do at lakes.

But I didn’t care about any of that. I was stoked on the weed but that’s not what was kicking my ass. The yellow jacket was strong stuff and so all I wanted to do was get off my increasingly unsteady feet. I lay on the grass and promptly fell asleep.

I don’t know how much later it was that Nelson woke me, prodding me with his boot in my ribs. “Get up. We’re going.” Was all he said. I got to my still unsteady feet and climbed into the van. I was in a stupor from the downer and had no motivation to talk at all. I wasn’t questioning anything. At this point I was just going along for the ride.

What I didn’t know was that Nelson and Linda went from lovey-dovey to full battle mode while I was passed out. I was told later that they were so loud in their fighting and acting so “strangely”, that someone called the cops about them.

Anyway, we’re all in the back of the van, throwing up clouds of dust on our way back to the blacktop when we hear the sickening sound of a siren. Gary’s girlfriend looked out the back window and yelled, “It’s cops, man, it’s the cops!”

Everybody else was in panic mode. “Get rid of whatever you got,” somebody yelled. I was too out of it to get excited about anything. It was like my mind was in super low granny gear. Gary’s girlfriend asked Gary if he had any more downers on him. He said he did and fished out 8 more of those capsules. She was moaning, “Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” ‘cause she knew we’d be busted for them. I have to give it to Gary, the guy dry swallowed all eight of them in a couple of seconds. He really, really didn't want to eat those yellow jackets but he knew it had to be done. He did it for all of us. He had them down by the time Burk had the van pulled to the side of the road. The next thing I know, a cop was at the driver’s window. Burk was saying, “What’s the matter?”

There were two of them in a Ford Bronco. They were like auxiliary police but they still had all the authority they needed to hassle us big time. “Who's that in the back there?” one asked. The other cop opened the rear door and told us to get out. Linda was still in fight mode and demanded to know what the hell was going on. At her side were he two younger siblings. I watched in a kind of observer state of mind with a kind of fascination at what was going on, as if I was outside the situation, although I did know I could be in trouble.

As if on cue, the kids started bawling for all they were worth. They did it very convincingly but I knew it was an act. I didn’t hear Linda tell the kids to do it but they sure knew their role. This is most likely what saved us.

One of the cops said we were making a disturbance at the lake and they suspected we were on drugs. The others were denying it all, the kids were bawling like crazy, and I was in my stupor. The other cop told us to line up in front of the ditch. We did and I stepped into the ditch, soaking my foot. “See there,” the cop pointed at me, “he’s so doped up he can’t even stand.” I didn’t say anything. I was just trying to be cool and inconspicuous. “We know you’re all on something, and we oughtta take you in.” The kids wailed even louder, tears streaming down their faces.

The other cop asked why the kids were crying. Linda shot back, “’Cause you’re scaring them. We haven’t done anything wrong, and your scaring them.” Burk and Nelson mumbled that what Linda said was right.

Then they demanded to see our IDs, looking them over real careful like, scrutinizing the hell out of them. Finally they gave us back our licenses and lectured us some more, acting all tough. All the while the kids are holding onto Linda’s legs and crying like crazy.

The cops exchanged looks, browbeat us some more about drug use and how they could take us in but then said we could go with the warning to not come back into that part of the county. They left and we shakily climbed back into the van. We were all worried about Gary since he had taken so many capsules. Luckily he had no bad reaction, although I cannot imagine why. Maybe it was because he was so into doing downers that he had built up a tolerance to them. I don’t know. I’m just glad it all turned out the way it did.

Logos

 

[Chamez]

Campus Bust

Campus Bust

My first year of college i lived in freshmanb housing on campus. They were apt style and each person had their own bedroom. Like a true genious I decided that growing 3 plants under my bed with a 400 hps would be a good idea. During the spring semseter I had taken a adderol (actually like 100 mg of) to stay up all night and study for a big test. At around 7 am a friend who was doin the same thing calls me and says she thinks that cops are in the room below her with search warrants and that she thinks our building is getting raided. I look out my bedroom window and see almost 20 cop cars and at least 40 cops surrounding my building. The next 3 hours was nothing except looking out my window watching cops throw 4 friends into the back or cars. I was on the people on the floors above and below me were searched, but I was left alone.

We later found out that the reason for the raid was a roomate of the kids who got busted had called and ratted his roomate out for dealing. He knew my planst were there, but said nothing and the cops left me alone. Those probably were the 3 worst hours, and I ****ed up the test and ended up getting a B in the class insted of an A

 

[Connoisseur]

I've had a few close calls, but I feel blessed every day having not been busted...

...One time a friend's coming to pick me up, I'm sitting on my front porch smoking a joint waiting for him. He stops in the middle of the road, I walk out puffing the spliff and get in, turns out there had been a cop right there just sitting there.

...The other night this girl I'm ****ing is driving us both back to my place, well, we take a left, and this cop like a block ahead of us does a sudden u-turn as soon as we turned, so as soon as we got around the corner I tossed my metal pipe out the window. The cop left us alone so I came back later and got the pipe and toked out of it.

*crosses fingers for continued luck*

 

[Connoisseur]

Had another close call yesterday afternoon, I help a friend acquire a $40 sack (quarter/7.0g), and then we decide to go to the woods near this local park to give his new chillum and my newly-acquired spoon a try. Well, this guy follows us down from a house near the park, I'm down in the woods, which are partially on a steep hill; my friend's at the top. He's yelling down to me but I can't hear him, then I see some shit go flying past me that I thought was trash. I get out of the woods to see what he's hollering about, and this fella is lumbering up to us -- black pants, white longsleeve button up shirt. He was really cocky and pissy and asked us what we were doing there, then told us that the part of the park we were in was actually private property -- what? I'd been going there since I was a kid (literally age nine or ten I started hanging out there) and never heard that shit. Anyways I left my own spoon there in the woods, went back and got it later from the bottom side of the woods (Steep, uphill climb through the woods at night), haven't heard from my friend as to whether or not he went back up there and got his chillum and sack. Wild animals probably ate the grass, shame --

 

[NZjay]

man.. i just sat here like 2 hours, mouse in one hand, bowl in the other reading these awesome posts!

heres my quick scare:

anyone who has seen my DWC thread, knows i would be going down if i was ever popped. well one day, i was sitting downstairs, 3:30pm, me and my Silent partner, and his girlfriend had just smoked a stinky NL#5 joint.
we were all ripped, enjoying the beatiful day, when the Large knocker on the door goes "BANG BANG BANG"...

i jump up and look out the front window.. i see the hat of a cop, and hes walking around the back door! WAIT! OMG THERE IS 2 cops! one staying at the front... one going to the back!

im thinking im done. Silent partner sends girlfriend to back door to head him off and bring him back around front... and Partner goes front door.
i sat alone, contemplating sneaking out the back door and hiding in the back yard... they had no idea anyone else is in the house.

things like "how long would i get?... who the HELL tipped the cops off" were flying through my head.....

looking out the front window, i could see Silent Partner and cops talking.... talking huh?.... no need to come in then??.. no warrant????
and then........... they walk away.

Silent partner said the person 2 houses up called the cops for a domestic violence call. they had the wrong house! holy.....shit!

needless to say, another NL joint was soon needed! talk about a buzz kill!

Another little story, me a friend, and Blazeoneup himself had just gone into town to get supplys for the grow room we were building.
on our way back, we were smoking a joint (as ya do).

good old Leadfoot Blaze speeds over a hill. "a Cop" his friend says.

too late. lol. we get pulled over, car stinky, with about 1/4 ounce on us.
thankfully everything checked out... everything was fine until...the cop wanted MY ID?... now... im not american... and ive never heard of the cops asking for ID for the person in the back. i didnt HAVE ID on me. lol

so then im thinking im gonna get deported.. Blaze is kinda worried that he thinks he got me deported, and all this stuff. the cop gos to his crusier, does his shit for 5 mins... comes back.. tells Blaze to slow down, and then tells me as a visitor, i should have my passport on me at all times.


well shit Officer. im sorry but i had been spending all day trying to set up a Marijuana grow room, and simply got soo ****ing high, i forgot to get my passport. ill have it next time though! i promise!

Thanx Blaze.... ill never forget that. lol.
just remember... "you were scared the most".

 

[blazeoneup]

man.. i just sat here like 2 hours, mouse in one hand, bowl in the other reading these awesome posts!

heres my quick scare:

anyone who has seen my DWC thread, knows i would be going down if i was ever popped. well one day, i was sitting downstairs, 3:30pm, me and my Silent partner, and his girlfriend had just smoked a stinky NL#5 joint.
we were all ripped, enjoying the beatiful day, when the Large knocker on the door goes "BANG BANG BANG"...

i jump up and look out the front window.. i see the hat of a cop, and hes walking around the back door! WAIT! OMG THERE IS 2 cops! one staying at the front... one going to the back!

im thinking im done. Silent partner sends girlfriend to back door to head him off and bring him back around front... and Partner goes front door.
i sat alone, contemplating sneaking out the back door and hiding in the back yard... they had no idea anyone else is in the house.

things like "how long would i get?... who the HELL tipped the cops off" were flying through my head.....

looking out the front window, i could see Silent Partner and cops talking.... talking huh?.... no need to come in then??.. no warrant????
and then........... they walk away.

Silent partner said the person 2 houses up called the cops for a domestic violence call. they had the wrong house! holy.....shit!

needless to say, another NL joint was soon needed! talk about a buzz kill!

Another little story, me a friend, and Blazeoneup himself had just gone into town to get supplys for the grow room we were building.
on our way back, we were smoking a joint (as ya do).

good old Leadfoot Blaze speeds over a hill. "a Cop" his friend says.

too late. lol. we get pulled over, car stinky, with about 1/4 ounce on us.
thankfully everything checked out... everything was fine until...the cop wanted MY ID?... now... im not american... and ive never heard of the cops asking for ID for the person in the back. i didnt HAVE ID on me. lol

so then im thinking im gonna get deported.. Blaze is kinda worried that he thinks he got me deported, and all this stuff. the cop gos to his crusier, does his shit for 5 mins... comes back.. tells Blaze to slow down, and then tells me as a visitor, i should have my passport on me at all times.


well shit Officer. im sorry but i had been spending all day trying to set up a Marijuana grow room, and simply got soo ****ing high, i forgot to get my passport. ill have it next time though! i promise!

Thanx Blaze.... ill never forget that. lol.
just remember... "you were scared the most".

Hahaha I was at fault for speeding, Had I got you into trouble, Surely I would have felt bad....

However I wasnt the scared one... "Remembering Back" You and our friend was spooked... You talking about being deported... He is scrambling with his bag "Scared Doesnt know where to hide it" And good old blaze the driver of the car comes to the rescue, Give me the bag I'll hide it lol. I took the bag stuffed it into my shoe, and all was well.

None the less caught us all off guard Good story... But "you were scared the most"

 

[NZjay]

hahahahahhaha!!! omg... in tears. classic!