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Arrest Stories & Close Calls
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quick and dirty of it:
chillin in my place last night smokin a J i just rolled
guy comes bangin on my door and tells me i have to evacuate the building......i laugh until he comes back again and i finally take him seriously, says there's a gas leak
i start leaving, not thinking, then i look down the hall and see firemen a few doors down knocking and i FLIP OUT. I get back into my place, start grabbin all my smoke thats not spread out (i have acouple 'rolling/breakup' tables) and put it in my backpack to get out of my place and stash til it cools down.
at that point i almost went through my place to trash ALL my plants. I figured out that throwing them out the window was gonna be about the only option (then going out back and stashing/trashing them before someone noticed hopefully) as the food disposal and toilet, even combined, wouldn't have done the job with some of my 1/2 inch stems on the diesels.
finally went outside like i was supposed to (it was stupid, shoulda gotten right out) and i was just watching the main door, hoping i didn't hear one of the firemen come out saying he found plants and weed in a place. I got even more scared when popo showed up, but he didn't even end up goin in, which was nice.
I was ready to ruuuun! i have no clue where i would have run to, but it woulda been better than getting 10-25 years in prison.
it all ended up fine when they let us back in after finding the leak (they'd been searching through the building for the leak)
i ended up meeting a few other heads outa it too so it ended up not bein a hottible night other than my near heart attack.
This is why i need to buy a house ASAP........its not only my eff ups i have to worry about here, its everybody else's
chillin in my place last night smokin a J i just rolled
guy comes bangin on my door and tells me i have to evacuate the building......i laugh until he comes back again and i finally take him seriously, says there's a gas leak
i start leaving, not thinking, then i look down the hall and see firemen a few doors down knocking and i FLIP OUT. I get back into my place, start grabbin all my smoke thats not spread out (i have acouple 'rolling/breakup' tables) and put it in my backpack to get out of my place and stash til it cools down.
at that point i almost went through my place to trash ALL my plants. I figured out that throwing them out the window was gonna be about the only option (then going out back and stashing/trashing them before someone noticed hopefully) as the food disposal and toilet, even combined, wouldn't have done the job with some of my 1/2 inch stems on the diesels.
finally went outside like i was supposed to (it was stupid, shoulda gotten right out) and i was just watching the main door, hoping i didn't hear one of the firemen come out saying he found plants and weed in a place. I got even more scared when popo showed up, but he didn't even end up goin in, which was nice.
I was ready to ruuuun! i have no clue where i would have run to, but it woulda been better than getting 10-25 years in prison.
it all ended up fine when they let us back in after finding the leak (they'd been searching through the building for the leak)
i ended up meeting a few other heads outa it too so it ended up not bein a hottible night other than my near heart attack.
This is why i need to buy a house ASAP........its not only my eff ups i have to worry about here, its everybody else's
A lesson learned in Arizona...
So this past May I was in Arizona visiting a buddy. Was a quick in and out trip. Drove in, stayed up all night drinking beers, passed out around 7am, got up at 11am, ate, left to come home.
On my way home I come up on an Arizona Highway Patrol in the right hand lane doing roughly 65mph (the speed limit was 75mph). I didn't want to pass the cop but unfortunately I was in a bit of a daze from an OG Kush blunt I had smoked a few hours earlier while sitting in traffic and had not even realized i was closing on his car.
Without much options I decided to pass by. As soon as my rear bumper was clear of the crash guard on his car he swerved to the left and threw on the blue and red's. I immediately pull off the freeway and roll down my window. The officer gets out of his vehicle and walks up on my passenger side. As he is walking up I realize he isnt going to driver side and glance to my passenger seat and see my backpack. I had a chillium, one good .5 gram nug, and a half smoked blunt in a blunt wrap container in my bag. Since the officer had already made it to my vehicle I had no chance to grab my bag and throw it behind me.
He tells me that he has pulled me over for my windshield being cracked. He talks to me for a few and asks me to step out of my vehicle to fill out the paperwork at his cruiser. I get out and walk to his car. He turns and looks me square in the eye and asks how much pot i have on me.
Now to be honest - i have never had any run-ins with the law (outside of speeding tickets). I try to be as good a person as I can be and try to respect the law at all times. So by this point i am freaking out. I figure I am totally screwed and going to jail.
Since I am freaking out and he obviously knows I figure ill just admit to it. Whats the point in lying and possibly pissing him off more. I tell him that i have a 1/2 smoked blunt and thats it. He searches my vehicle and finds the nug and the pipe and a flask full of whiskey (had honestly forgot that it was in my vehicle from months before when I was supposed to go out and ended up left it behind - i know, stupid). He places me under arrest and puts me into the back of his cruiser after he tells me that "possession of any amount of marijuana and paraphernalia is a felony in the great state of Arizona". My heart has officially hit the floor at this point.
The officer walks back to the my vehicle and starts filling out some paperwork and tossing the evidence in a bag. A couple of additional cops show up and talk to him. The first takes off but the second stays around and shoots the shit with his buddy. He gets done filling out his paperwork and pulls me out of the cruiser. At this point he tells me that I have to do a field sobriety test because of the flask. I agree and go through it. He actually gave me 5 minutes to calm down cause i was so freaked out. As I finished it the officer explained that since I was sober I could go about my way.
He gave me my copy of the ticket for the windshield and the flask and tells me the DA will be in touch about the felony charges (which at this point are 2 - one for possession of marijuana and possession of paraphernalia). He says that he hopes I have learned my lesson and lets me go. I get back in my vehicle and proceed to spend the next 5 hours driving home going over in my mind what has just happened - that was the longest most intense drive ive ever had!
So now that its been almost 6 months I can happily say that its all behind me.
Because of this happening I went and got my MMJ recommendation and now can safely drive around with a 1/2 lb on me in the truly great state of California
So this past May I was in Arizona visiting a buddy. Was a quick in and out trip. Drove in, stayed up all night drinking beers, passed out around 7am, got up at 11am, ate, left to come home.
On my way home I come up on an Arizona Highway Patrol in the right hand lane doing roughly 65mph (the speed limit was 75mph). I didn't want to pass the cop but unfortunately I was in a bit of a daze from an OG Kush blunt I had smoked a few hours earlier while sitting in traffic and had not even realized i was closing on his car.
Without much options I decided to pass by. As soon as my rear bumper was clear of the crash guard on his car he swerved to the left and threw on the blue and red's. I immediately pull off the freeway and roll down my window. The officer gets out of his vehicle and walks up on my passenger side. As he is walking up I realize he isnt going to driver side and glance to my passenger seat and see my backpack. I had a chillium, one good .5 gram nug, and a half smoked blunt in a blunt wrap container in my bag. Since the officer had already made it to my vehicle I had no chance to grab my bag and throw it behind me.
He tells me that he has pulled me over for my windshield being cracked. He talks to me for a few and asks me to step out of my vehicle to fill out the paperwork at his cruiser. I get out and walk to his car. He turns and looks me square in the eye and asks how much pot i have on me.
Now to be honest - i have never had any run-ins with the law (outside of speeding tickets). I try to be as good a person as I can be and try to respect the law at all times. So by this point i am freaking out. I figure I am totally screwed and going to jail.
Since I am freaking out and he obviously knows I figure ill just admit to it. Whats the point in lying and possibly pissing him off more. I tell him that i have a 1/2 smoked blunt and thats it. He searches my vehicle and finds the nug and the pipe and a flask full of whiskey (had honestly forgot that it was in my vehicle from months before when I was supposed to go out and ended up left it behind - i know, stupid). He places me under arrest and puts me into the back of his cruiser after he tells me that "possession of any amount of marijuana and paraphernalia is a felony in the great state of Arizona". My heart has officially hit the floor at this point.
The officer walks back to the my vehicle and starts filling out some paperwork and tossing the evidence in a bag. A couple of additional cops show up and talk to him. The first takes off but the second stays around and shoots the shit with his buddy. He gets done filling out his paperwork and pulls me out of the cruiser. At this point he tells me that I have to do a field sobriety test because of the flask. I agree and go through it. He actually gave me 5 minutes to calm down cause i was so freaked out. As I finished it the officer explained that since I was sober I could go about my way.
He gave me my copy of the ticket for the windshield and the flask and tells me the DA will be in touch about the felony charges (which at this point are 2 - one for possession of marijuana and possession of paraphernalia). He says that he hopes I have learned my lesson and lets me go. I get back in my vehicle and proceed to spend the next 5 hours driving home going over in my mind what has just happened - that was the longest most intense drive ive ever had!
So now that its been almost 6 months I can happily say that its all behind me.
Because of this happening I went and got my MMJ recommendation and now can safely drive around with a 1/2 lb on me in the truly great state of California
yeah a leadfoot can be a bad thing... was driving home one night on a 50mph road going about 60... get right by my house and decide to gun it for the hell of it... well i'm now going about 75 in a 50 and this car swoops up on my ass with its brights on.... there are a lot of drunk drivers around my area so i figure it's some guy with a chip on his shoulder so i really punch it... needless to say i was in the triple digits when the red and blue lights come on. It's at this point i realize that i had bought a new pipe, unused, earlier in the day and i had an 1/8 in my glovebox... then i remembered the 2 ounces in my trunk... catpiss... not the best strain to have in your trunk.
Cops come up to my car and first thing they say is we're impounding your car... i'm like fine i thought you were some drunk driver so i punched it... sorry for speeding and whatnot... they take my info and go back to their car... at this point i shove the pipe and 1/8th in my shoe, thank god i was wearing docs, and put on my game face. They ask me to get out of the car and i get up... now, lucky for me, i was dressed pretty nice as i had gone out to dinner earlier.... unlucky for me i was now worrying about leaving 2 ounces in an impound lot so i decided to roll the dice... the car i was driving was quite popular with car thieves at the time so i used this as an excuse to ask the officer if i could remove my property from the trunk before the car went to the impound lot... the cop was like sure so i went back and opened the trunk... praise the gods i had a cloth car cover thrown in the trunk and the weed was inside a newspaper... with the cop literally looking over my back i proceeded to roll the weed inside the car cover and bundled it up in my arms... so here i am with 2 ounces of catpiss in my hands, an 1/8 and a pipe in my boot and the cop hands me my ticket and i turn around and walk the rest of the way home with a big ass smile on my face... i was probably the happiest guy to have their car impounded in the history of the world.
in the end i got a lawyer... struck a deal where if i had zero interactions with cops for a year the ticket would go away... and that was about four years ago.
morals of the story: don't speed, stay calm, appear as if you're the man (one of them), and a car cover can save your ass in addition to the paint on your car.
Cops come up to my car and first thing they say is we're impounding your car... i'm like fine i thought you were some drunk driver so i punched it... sorry for speeding and whatnot... they take my info and go back to their car... at this point i shove the pipe and 1/8th in my shoe, thank god i was wearing docs, and put on my game face. They ask me to get out of the car and i get up... now, lucky for me, i was dressed pretty nice as i had gone out to dinner earlier.... unlucky for me i was now worrying about leaving 2 ounces in an impound lot so i decided to roll the dice... the car i was driving was quite popular with car thieves at the time so i used this as an excuse to ask the officer if i could remove my property from the trunk before the car went to the impound lot... the cop was like sure so i went back and opened the trunk... praise the gods i had a cloth car cover thrown in the trunk and the weed was inside a newspaper... with the cop literally looking over my back i proceeded to roll the weed inside the car cover and bundled it up in my arms... so here i am with 2 ounces of catpiss in my hands, an 1/8 and a pipe in my boot and the cop hands me my ticket and i turn around and walk the rest of the way home with a big ass smile on my face... i was probably the happiest guy to have their car impounded in the history of the world.
in the end i got a lawyer... struck a deal where if i had zero interactions with cops for a year the ticket would go away... and that was about four years ago.
morals of the story: don't speed, stay calm, appear as if you're the man (one of them), and a car cover can save your ass in addition to the paint on your car.
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soulfly22583 said:A lesson learned in Arizona...
So this past May I was in Arizona visiting a buddy. Was a quick in and out trip. Drove in, stayed up all night drinking beers, passed out around 7am, got up at 11am, ate, left to come home.
On my way home I come up on an Arizona Highway Patrol in the right hand lane doing roughly 65mph (the speed limit was 75mph). I didn't want to pass the cop but unfortunately I was in a bit of a daze from an OG Kush blunt I had smoked a few hours earlier while sitting in traffic and had not even realized i was closing on his car.
Without much options I decided to pass by. As soon as my rear bumper was clear of the crash guard on his car he swerved to the left and threw on the blue and red's. I immediately pull off the freeway and roll down my window. The officer gets out of his vehicle and walks up on my passenger side. As he is walking up I realize he isnt going to driver side and glance to my passenger seat and see my backpack. I had a chillium, one good .5 gram nug, and a half smoked blunt in a blunt wrap container in my bag. Since the officer had already made it to my vehicle I had no chance to grab my bag and throw it behind me.
He tells me that he has pulled me over for my windshield being cracked. He talks to me for a few and asks me to step out of my vehicle to fill out the paperwork at his cruiser. I get out and walk to his car. He turns and looks me square in the eye and asks how much pot i have on me.
Now to be honest - i have never had any run-ins with the law (outside of speeding tickets). I try to be as good a person as I can be and try to respect the law at all times. So by this point i am freaking out. I figure I am totally screwed and going to jail.
Since I am freaking out and he obviously knows I figure ill just admit to it. Whats the point in lying and possibly pissing him off more. I tell him that i have a 1/2 smoked blunt and thats it. He searches my vehicle and finds the nug and the pipe and a flask full of whiskey (had honestly forgot that it was in my vehicle from months before when I was supposed to go out and ended up left it behind - i know, stupid). He places me under arrest and puts me into the back of his cruiser after he tells me that "possession of any amount of marijuana and paraphernalia is a felony in the great state of Arizona". My heart has officially hit the floor at this point.
The officer walks back to the my vehicle and starts filling out some paperwork and tossing the evidence in a bag. A couple of additional cops show up and talk to him. The first takes off but the second stays around and shoots the shit with his buddy. He gets done filling out his paperwork and pulls me out of the cruiser. At this point he tells me that I have to do a field sobriety test because of the flask. I agree and go through it. He actually gave me 5 minutes to calm down cause i was so freaked out. As I finished it the officer explained that since I was sober I could go about my way.
He gave me my copy of the ticket for the windshield and the flask and tells me the DA will be in touch about the felony charges (which at this point are 2 - one for possession of marijuana and possession of paraphernalia). He says that he hopes I have learned my lesson and lets me go. I get back in my vehicle and proceed to spend the next 5 hours driving home going over in my mind what has just happened - that was the longest most intense drive ive ever had!
So now that its been almost 6 months I can happily say that its all behind me.
Because of this happening I went and got my MMJ recommendation and now can safely drive around with a 1/2 lb on me in the truly great state of California
so what happened with your charges, did you go to court and take care of whatever the judge said to do? or are you just gonna ignore it, let them put out a warrant for you, and not go back to AZ?
i was busted for possession in AZ too, and the cop let me go just like in your case and he told me that i'd be getting something in the mail telling me when to go to court and all that. well it took around 6 months just for me to finally get that shit in the mail so don't think you're off the hook if you haven't gotten anything yet.
FRANKENBLUNT420
me blunt is like, wicked yo!! owight
just goes to show what i have always believed about cannabis and keeping it on your person/car: its not what you do its how you do it.opt1c said:yeah a leadfoot can be a bad thing... was driving home one night on a 50mph road going about 60... get right by my house and decide to gun it for the hell of it... well i'm now going about 75 in a 50 and this car swoops up on my ass with its brights on.... there are a lot of drunk drivers around my area so i figure it's some guy with a chip on his shoulder so i really punch it... needless to say i was in the triple digits when the red and blue lights come on. It's at this point i realize that i had bought a new pipe, unused, earlier in the day and i had an 1/8 in my glovebox... then i remembered the 2 ounces in my trunk... catpiss... not the best strain to have in your trunk.
Cops come up to my car and first thing they say is we're impounding your car... i'm like fine i thought you were some drunk driver so i punched it... sorry for speeding and whatnot... they take my info and go back to their car... at this point i shove the pipe and 1/8th in my shoe, thank god i was wearing docs, and put on my game face. They ask me to get out of the car and i get up... now, lucky for me, i was dressed pretty nice as i had gone out to dinner earlier.... unlucky for me i was now worrying about leaving 2 ounces in an impound lot so i decided to roll the dice... the car i was driving was quite popular with car thieves at the time so i used this as an excuse to ask the officer if i could remove my property from the trunk before the car went to the impound lot... the cop was like sure so i went back and opened the trunk... praise the gods i had a cloth car cover thrown in the trunk and the weed was inside a newspaper... with the cop literally looking over my back i proceeded to roll the weed inside the car cover and bundled it up in my arms... so here i am with 2 ounces of catpiss in my hands, an 1/8 and a pipe in my boot and the cop hands me my ticket and i turn around and walk the rest of the way home with a big ass smile on my face... i was probably the happiest guy to have their car impounded in the history of the world.
in the end i got a lawyer... struck a deal where if i had zero interactions with cops for a year the ticket would go away... and that was about four years ago.
morals of the story: don't speed, stay calm, appear as if you're the man (one of them), and a car cover can save your ass in addition to the paint on your car.
SwissBliss
Member
Some awesome stories here, keep up coming!!
~SB~
~SB~
George Hayduke
Member
How do you not keep this in mind the entire time you're driving? Anytime I have anything in my car (not often) I follow every traffic law until I am in my drive way. Coppers are always around when you least expect it.
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FRANKENBLUNT420
me blunt is like, wicked yo!! owight
rules to live by!!!George Hayduke said:
FRANKENBLUNT420
me blunt is like, wicked yo!! owight
HERES ONE FOR YA'LL
HERES ONE FOR YA'LL
this is one of the things that happened to me that caused me to seriously undertake growing my own. My highschool sweet heart has come to town and is stayin with me. We go back and forth and I find out that she has blazed and realized that we haven’t ever blazed together. On to the weed spot!! Its cold so I don’t expect this cat to be outside infront of the lot he normally sits infront of, so I keep my eyes peeled cause I know this cat is out here but where. .. . hmmm. . .BINGO!! I recognize him in the midst of all the weed smoke him and his 5 other cronies have filled the foyer of this building up with. Me: yo wassup dude?
DUDE: yeah, whadde fu-ck you want (now this cat is Indian jamiacan or better yet what is known as a coolie, and is always a baddass when hes around his peoples, other than that, hes easily shook down on the reg, have done it when hes tryin to stiff me on a bag.)
ME: you got anything?
DUDE: anything like what, whaa you want eh? Whadde fu-ck you lookin fa?
So very little time passes and the cops show up, “ everybody ID’s out now!” so we are all at the top of the steps and right behind the dude is the door into the building. So everyone else is gone through the door save for this one guy and I am the only one standing there with my ID out and ready both hands up in the air.
Now I do not know this guy, have never seen this guy in my life , but as most idiots do. . . he literally tries to run past the cops , down the staris and out the door. So he nd the cops are goin at it, they are slipping and sliding up and down the stairs, the cops are tryin to grab the guy, but he has on a bubble parka, and his bots were loosely laced , and the cops are havin hell tryin to grab this guy, but the guy is havin hell just tryin to stand up!! So the went up and down the stairs at least three times until the cops finally tackle this guy to the ground.
Were all in the holding cell and there are cameras everywhere, and because it was called in they made it a sweep, so that means that they check you for warrents, if your clean they let you go, if not, you goin to central bookin whether you like it or not. So as were sittin in the cell this guy reaches into his nutsack and pulls out a f—kin cellphone and gets on it like its nothing, and this is after the cops search everyone and take all our shit. The guy is on the phone for like 10 minutes and ducks the phone out of cite cause the cops are bringing someone else into the cell. what kills me is there are two cells and at least 8 cameras trained on the holding cell area.
He gets back on the phone and they start callin people, and they guy says “hol on” puts the phone down and grabs a half once from the same nutsack area. “ yo any body want this yo, you can have it, I know im goin back so one a yall might as well put it to good use”, I kid you not when I tell everyone in the cell jaws dropped to the ground!!! Some were wondering how in the hell did he get that much weed near his nutsack and some were reeling about the cellphone and now this!! But me, im stunned, shocked and amazed cause, remember, I just saw this guy run up and down some stairs three times during a tussle, get bagged, forced to the ground, handcuffed while on the ground, searched, tossed into the paddy wagon with the rest of us and searched again when we got into the station and he still managed to hide all this shyt!!!
The night ended up with them taking my wallet and I guess they searched everything in it. This was while OG was still up and running, and I remembered that I was not home and I wrote down the addy for OG and IC and kept them there as a reminder to sign up for them.
I got back home and my ex asked me what had happened and I just told her that the guy didnt have anything. If I would have told her what happened that night she woulda been blamin herself and there was no need for all that
No worries though, I have had my scrapes but have always maintained a clean bill of health physically and municipally, well there was that one time I got community service once a long time ago but that’s another story.
HERES ONE FOR YA'LL
this is one of the things that happened to me that caused me to seriously undertake growing my own. My highschool sweet heart has come to town and is stayin with me. We go back and forth and I find out that she has blazed and realized that we haven’t ever blazed together. On to the weed spot!! Its cold so I don’t expect this cat to be outside infront of the lot he normally sits infront of, so I keep my eyes peeled cause I know this cat is out here but where. .. . hmmm. . .BINGO!! I recognize him in the midst of all the weed smoke him and his 5 other cronies have filled the foyer of this building up with. Me: yo wassup dude?
DUDE: yeah, whadde fu-ck you want (now this cat is Indian jamiacan or better yet what is known as a coolie, and is always a baddass when hes around his peoples, other than that, hes easily shook down on the reg, have done it when hes tryin to stiff me on a bag.)
ME: you got anything?
DUDE: anything like what, whaa you want eh? Whadde fu-ck you lookin fa?
So very little time passes and the cops show up, “ everybody ID’s out now!” so we are all at the top of the steps and right behind the dude is the door into the building. So everyone else is gone through the door save for this one guy and I am the only one standing there with my ID out and ready both hands up in the air.
Now I do not know this guy, have never seen this guy in my life , but as most idiots do. . . he literally tries to run past the cops , down the staris and out the door. So he nd the cops are goin at it, they are slipping and sliding up and down the stairs, the cops are tryin to grab the guy, but he has on a bubble parka, and his bots were loosely laced , and the cops are havin hell tryin to grab this guy, but the guy is havin hell just tryin to stand up!! So the went up and down the stairs at least three times until the cops finally tackle this guy to the ground.
Were all in the holding cell and there are cameras everywhere, and because it was called in they made it a sweep, so that means that they check you for warrents, if your clean they let you go, if not, you goin to central bookin whether you like it or not. So as were sittin in the cell this guy reaches into his nutsack and pulls out a f—kin cellphone and gets on it like its nothing, and this is after the cops search everyone and take all our shit. The guy is on the phone for like 10 minutes and ducks the phone out of cite cause the cops are bringing someone else into the cell. what kills me is there are two cells and at least 8 cameras trained on the holding cell area.
He gets back on the phone and they start callin people, and they guy says “hol on” puts the phone down and grabs a half once from the same nutsack area. “ yo any body want this yo, you can have it, I know im goin back so one a yall might as well put it to good use”, I kid you not when I tell everyone in the cell jaws dropped to the ground!!! Some were wondering how in the hell did he get that much weed near his nutsack and some were reeling about the cellphone and now this!! But me, im stunned, shocked and amazed cause, remember, I just saw this guy run up and down some stairs three times during a tussle, get bagged, forced to the ground, handcuffed while on the ground, searched, tossed into the paddy wagon with the rest of us and searched again when we got into the station and he still managed to hide all this shyt!!!
The night ended up with them taking my wallet and I guess they searched everything in it. This was while OG was still up and running, and I remembered that I was not home and I wrote down the addy for OG and IC and kept them there as a reminder to sign up for them.
I got back home and my ex asked me what had happened and I just told her that the guy didnt have anything. If I would have told her what happened that night she woulda been blamin herself and there was no need for all that
No worries though, I have had my scrapes but have always maintained a clean bill of health physically and municipally, well there was that one time I got community service once a long time ago but that’s another story.
TheGoodStuff
Member
This happened to me a few years ago during the student riots of '05 in France.
I was inside a train/subway station with a few friends. One of them was a really good friend of mine, and the other two were friends of his, but I knew that they were good guys.
We had met up at another subway station and ridden to the one we were currently at. From there we were going to take a train out of the city into a suburb and go to a party at a mutual friend’s house.
Because we had about an hour delay between our arrival at that station and the departure of our train, we decided to get away from all the crowds. We walked into an empty stairwell in a corner of the station and sat down. One or two of them were a bit stoned already, and so they thought it would be a good idea to smoke a joint in the train station. So, they roll one up and light it. After a few minutes (I stayed sober), they finished it and flicked it down the stairwell. This is where it gets interesting.
Did I mention that this was during the time of the student riots? There were cops everywhere. If you looked suspicious they watched you like hawks.
Within ten seconds of the roach getting flicked away, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I was standing next to a glass door and so I had a good view of the people in the train station. However, there was another glass door behind me that opened into an empty terminal/room/I'm not sure because it was locked. This door opened, and a platoon of riot police jogged towards us.
My heart skipped more than a few beats, I can tell you that.
If there's smoke in the air, everyone is holding, and there's a team of French SWAT coming towards you in full tactical gear and Famas'*, you'd better hope your pants stay dry.
They jogged past me (I was ~10 feet away from my friends, who were sitting on the stairs) with a nod, and went towards my friends. Most of them jogged right up the stairs past my friends, but the last one turned and shook his head towards us with a smile on his face. I could tell he knew.
Thankfully, they had far more important things to deal with than a couple of stoners, and so he didn't pipe up.
Long story short, there was a happy ending. We got on the train to the party, got wasted, and had a blast.
*On a side note, I left some luggage unattended in a French airport to make a call on a payphone, and when I came back a trooper and a security guard were standing by it. The guard didn't have anything more than a billy club/whacking stick on him, but the trooper had a Famas pointed at me. I didn't have anything on me, but I nearly had to change my pants after that incident.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005_civil_unrest_in_France
I was inside a train/subway station with a few friends. One of them was a really good friend of mine, and the other two were friends of his, but I knew that they were good guys.
We had met up at another subway station and ridden to the one we were currently at. From there we were going to take a train out of the city into a suburb and go to a party at a mutual friend’s house.
Because we had about an hour delay between our arrival at that station and the departure of our train, we decided to get away from all the crowds. We walked into an empty stairwell in a corner of the station and sat down. One or two of them were a bit stoned already, and so they thought it would be a good idea to smoke a joint in the train station. So, they roll one up and light it. After a few minutes (I stayed sober), they finished it and flicked it down the stairwell. This is where it gets interesting.
Did I mention that this was during the time of the student riots? There were cops everywhere. If you looked suspicious they watched you like hawks.
Within ten seconds of the roach getting flicked away, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I was standing next to a glass door and so I had a good view of the people in the train station. However, there was another glass door behind me that opened into an empty terminal/room/I'm not sure because it was locked. This door opened, and a platoon of riot police jogged towards us.
My heart skipped more than a few beats, I can tell you that.
If there's smoke in the air, everyone is holding, and there's a team of French SWAT coming towards you in full tactical gear and Famas'*, you'd better hope your pants stay dry.
They jogged past me (I was ~10 feet away from my friends, who were sitting on the stairs) with a nod, and went towards my friends. Most of them jogged right up the stairs past my friends, but the last one turned and shook his head towards us with a smile on his face. I could tell he knew.
Thankfully, they had far more important things to deal with than a couple of stoners, and so he didn't pipe up.
Long story short, there was a happy ending. We got on the train to the party, got wasted, and had a blast.
*On a side note, I left some luggage unattended in a French airport to make a call on a payphone, and when I came back a trooper and a security guard were standing by it. The guard didn't have anything more than a billy club/whacking stick on him, but the trooper had a Famas pointed at me. I didn't have anything on me, but I nearly had to change my pants after that incident.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005_civil_unrest_in_France
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goodmangigabyte
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King Amdo said:
Son, what in the HELL are you talkin' bout?
goodmangigabyte
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Squigy said:Great Thread
Once upon a time I got on a plane from Nepal to Amsterdam Via India.
I was wearing some special shoes that I had made to accommodate my feet as well as 1 kg of fine Nepalese Squigy in each shoeThat’s right 1kg I did only get 900 grams in each though!!!
I called these shoes my Herman Monsters because they really looked like Herman Monster's shoes.
Boarded the plane in Katmandu and landed in Delhi without drama and was feeling very confident. I had about a 10 hour layover in Delhi, a bit nervous hangin round all day I kept my mind off things by reading. We had a fuel stop in the Emirates where we had to get off the plane and then board about an hour later. I think it was Dubai and I wandered through the duty free shops it’s massive and a good diversion as well as a place to get some JD. Then off to the Dam Ahhhhh not far now last leg of the Journey and an EZ one. The plane landed and out we go like sheep down the tunnel ………and guess what there was a ****in sheep herder with a DOG at the end of the tunnel.
“Where are the drugs” was the question
I tried to start with my declaration of innocence and he just looked at me and laughed.
So I just smiled and pointed at my shoes.
Away I went to be processed; and then the wait!!!
4 hours later they came to tell me my punishment was to be sent back to my home country, America which city would I like to fly to?
A bit apprehensive I responded and within 2 hrs I was in a holding cell full of illegal aliens awaiting deportation. I was to good ole USA
It took about 36 hours before I was on a plane towards the states. Due to the circumstances my passport was given to the pilot and I was told it would be turned over to customs when I arrived
The time came and I got pulled into a room, strip searched, and questioned about what I had been doing for the last 5 years part of which he knew since I had been to prison in 2 other countries in that time, and that info was right in front of him.
He hated me and wanted to lock me up but he just didn’t have what it takes
When I cleared customs I went to the toilet and let it rip right into a plastic bag about 500grams of Fine Nepalese Squigy
I had a single skin stuck in a book and I rolled a neat hash spliff that I burned on the taxi ramp just outside the airport. Somebody waiting for a ride was attracted by the smell and we got Baked
Then he ended up given me a lift 3 hrs to where I wanted to go.
Who says getting busted sucks that was ****in Amazing
Ahh those Daze are behind me now but i do have a few stories from the good ole pre shoe bomber Daze
Peace
Dude, I don't think I'd ever swallow and then defecate a drug so that I could sneak it past the popo. I don't like weed THAT much.
J
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a spare a gis
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ok so here goes.
It happened about 2 months ago. i hadnt had shrooms for like 7 or 8 months before this so i wanted to trip my ****ing dick off next time i got them. so its liek 6 o clock on a sunday and my friend gets an ounce of the best looking shrooms ive ever seen. Keep in mind the fact that i didnt eat a god damn thing that day, and it was 6 pm when we ate an 8th of them with a little water as a chaser. i ended up eating them while i was driving to the place we wanted to trip.
and for some reason when ever i do shrooms i always end up back at the place where i ate them during the trip. well lets just say, the fact that i do that didnt pop into my head while i was eating them in the car.
so we ended up parking the car somewhere else and walking to the place. and 15-20 mintues goes by and shits already startin to move. so some shit happens and an hour later im with 2 other sober people and my other trippen friend at this kids house, im trippin balls in the house and the kid didnt want us in there so he made us leave. and he took a half 8th and came with
over the next hour im going ****ing insane and i walked away from them liek 5 times and i blacked out half the time. then my dumbass self decides to get in my ****ing car(bad ****ing move) and drive away wiht one of the kids chasing after me to stop, but i didnt.
i drove away and got on the highway(next bad ****ing move). well im driving 10 miles an hour on the shoulder, about to shit my pants becuase iw as so scared at how ****ing fast it looked like all the cars where going. i got off at the next exit, which just so happened to lead straight to a ****ing Citgo oil refinery and research center. Not knowing where the **** i was, i ended up at the opening guarded entrance. i stop and say how ya doing to the guard which he replies is there a problem sir, which i then put my foot on the gas(third and final dumb**** move) and went in the place with out saying aword to him. all i did was go in ther make a u turn and leave. and the asshole gaurd calls the cops
5 mintues later im back on the road that i wanted to be on to get back to my friends and a cop passes me and pulls me over. 2 cops come up to the window, and i am just absolutly retarded, he asked me the usual and i replied with opening the door. he shut the door and i maneged to get out my wallet but while this was going on im saying and doing the most retarded random shit, like unplugging my radar detector, telling him where my keys are, and not finishing sentences.
he tells me to get out of the car, searches me arrests me and brings me to the station. But i got lucky though. this just so happen to have happened in a town thats known for having cops that would rather **** with you then **** you over. so they didnt test me or get me for dui or anything but they did call my parents at 10 30 at night when im an 18 year old. probly becuase i was too ****ed up to respond to them.
But going in that oil refinery was considered felony tresspasing, and possible terroristic threats.
o shit yea i forgot to mention that this whole time i thought i was dreaming becuase i was trippin so much and it just seemed liek the cops where trippen too becuase they where acting werid as hell. and because of this i never went into a bad trip.
well my parents picked me up and all and they werent that mad. my mom actually thought it was funny how ****ed up i looked and she never got pissed at all through out the night. i never told the cops what i was on and i just told my parents what it was. cops told my parents they think i was on pcp or emboming fluid the whole time. but the cops went throguh my phone before my parents got there and they found a text message about shrooms, so they thoguht that was possible too. but i never addmitted to being on anything
little advice: Never ever admit to being on something no matter what the **** your on.
well 2 weeks later im in school and a i get called to the office. and theres 2 ****ing homeland security officers sitting in the conference room. i just told them they had to talk to my lawyer before i answer anything. they investegated me for about a 2 weeks they did a whole back round check on me and my whole family which we have clean records, except possesion for my brother. they decided iw asnt a threat to the nation, and the felony is getting dropped down to disorderly conduct and ive got court on the 22nd of jan.
hopefully it goes over well.
so hows that for a first post.
It happened about 2 months ago. i hadnt had shrooms for like 7 or 8 months before this so i wanted to trip my ****ing dick off next time i got them. so its liek 6 o clock on a sunday and my friend gets an ounce of the best looking shrooms ive ever seen. Keep in mind the fact that i didnt eat a god damn thing that day, and it was 6 pm when we ate an 8th of them with a little water as a chaser. i ended up eating them while i was driving to the place we wanted to trip.
and for some reason when ever i do shrooms i always end up back at the place where i ate them during the trip. well lets just say, the fact that i do that didnt pop into my head while i was eating them in the car.
so we ended up parking the car somewhere else and walking to the place. and 15-20 mintues goes by and shits already startin to move. so some shit happens and an hour later im with 2 other sober people and my other trippen friend at this kids house, im trippin balls in the house and the kid didnt want us in there so he made us leave. and he took a half 8th and came with
over the next hour im going ****ing insane and i walked away from them liek 5 times and i blacked out half the time. then my dumbass self decides to get in my ****ing car(bad ****ing move) and drive away wiht one of the kids chasing after me to stop, but i didnt.
i drove away and got on the highway(next bad ****ing move). well im driving 10 miles an hour on the shoulder, about to shit my pants becuase iw as so scared at how ****ing fast it looked like all the cars where going. i got off at the next exit, which just so happened to lead straight to a ****ing Citgo oil refinery and research center. Not knowing where the **** i was, i ended up at the opening guarded entrance. i stop and say how ya doing to the guard which he replies is there a problem sir, which i then put my foot on the gas(third and final dumb**** move) and went in the place with out saying aword to him. all i did was go in ther make a u turn and leave. and the asshole gaurd calls the cops
5 mintues later im back on the road that i wanted to be on to get back to my friends and a cop passes me and pulls me over. 2 cops come up to the window, and i am just absolutly retarded, he asked me the usual and i replied with opening the door. he shut the door and i maneged to get out my wallet but while this was going on im saying and doing the most retarded random shit, like unplugging my radar detector, telling him where my keys are, and not finishing sentences.
he tells me to get out of the car, searches me arrests me and brings me to the station. But i got lucky though. this just so happen to have happened in a town thats known for having cops that would rather **** with you then **** you over. so they didnt test me or get me for dui or anything but they did call my parents at 10 30 at night when im an 18 year old. probly becuase i was too ****ed up to respond to them.
But going in that oil refinery was considered felony tresspasing, and possible terroristic threats.
o shit yea i forgot to mention that this whole time i thought i was dreaming becuase i was trippin so much and it just seemed liek the cops where trippen too becuase they where acting werid as hell. and because of this i never went into a bad trip.
well my parents picked me up and all and they werent that mad. my mom actually thought it was funny how ****ed up i looked and she never got pissed at all through out the night. i never told the cops what i was on and i just told my parents what it was. cops told my parents they think i was on pcp or emboming fluid the whole time. but the cops went throguh my phone before my parents got there and they found a text message about shrooms, so they thoguht that was possible too. but i never addmitted to being on anything
little advice: Never ever admit to being on something no matter what the **** your on.
well 2 weeks later im in school and a i get called to the office. and theres 2 ****ing homeland security officers sitting in the conference room. i just told them they had to talk to my lawyer before i answer anything. they investegated me for about a 2 weeks they did a whole back round check on me and my whole family which we have clean records, except possesion for my brother. they decided iw asnt a threat to the nation, and the felony is getting dropped down to disorderly conduct and ive got court on the 22nd of jan.
hopefully it goes over well.
so hows that for a first post.
funkapteryx27
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a spare a gis said:
That pretty much sums it up right there....Shit like this is why there's a War on Drugs
G
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a spare a gis they didn't even charge you with a dwi?? if you were driving around on shrooms and all you got was a disorderly conduct then you got lucky as ****. i just wonder how you're going to explain to the judge why you were acting so weird, without telling him that you were driving around on hallucinogens
