Arrest Stories & Close Calls

[Growdoc]

Close calls...

Close calls...

In Holland so many people grow plants that the competition gets nasty sometimes. I had a small house in the countryside in a small community. Several others in the community also had indoor and outdoor grows, others didn’t...
In my house I had 1X600hps setup to make seeds from. I showed many other growers my plants and talked about it too. Because in Holland 1 light and some seeds is nothing to brag about. I harvested before x-mas and put everything away to dry; using crawl space and any cupboards that didn’t have weed in already. Then I took off to the USA for family x-mas. When I got back my front door was kicked-in and the house was open. Alarms have been smashed and my cats where missing..."OH NO!" I thought... "I’ve been hit"... going upstairs to my growroom/bedroom. The door was closed and a note from the local police is pinned to it. The note stated the day they where there, and a phone number I could call... the bed was upside-down and cats in the growroom. But other then that nothing was touched...not a single thing. I had over 1 KG of prime bud and lots of other things besides seeds/bongs/scales/bags/guano etc...

I went down to the police station and asked what had happened to my house? They told me they where tipped off that I had a huge grow operation and had come to bust it. When they arrived they found no plants and one light and they left...

Later that week my landlord got busted for growing in 2 houses over 140 plants each house. The police had called the Power Company and asked which houses in that area where pulling the most power. They gave up the addresses with out a court document.... I passed my landlord while he was being taken away and he said to me" its all your fault"... I said "NO you snitched on me and karma GOT YOU!!!"

I have never snitched on anyone in my life. Things have a funny way of coming back around...

GrowDoc

 

[Guest]

Strange one

Strange one

In July 2004, I was coming home from the grocery and there were 4 cop cars in my driveway! They had found about 30 plants growing on my land (supposedly tipped off), and were waiting for a warrant to search my house. The warrant came, and they found a couple plants indoors growing under my light. All the cops were pretty nice to me and my wife (who doesn't smoke weed because of drug testing at work), but they took my light, mylar, nutes...even a bottle of Roundup, and naturally all the plants. Then they just drove off! We immediately retained one of the best lawyers in the area (@ $5K), expecting the worst.
Fortunately, I have no previous record...not even traffic violations, and to this day(a year later), I have still not been charged w/ anything! The lawyer says that that is really strange for around here, but said they have up to 2 yrs to charge me. There were several other outdoor growers busted in the area around the same time...some with 100s of plants, and they were all charged.
All I can figure, is that they considered me "a small fish", or someone wanted to keep my equipment for themselves. Maybe they just liked us (nice couple over 50) Regardless, I am still sweating it out for one more year, and I don't believe that there are any pot plants growing on my land this year! MG

 

[TheSpruceDeuce]

oh, all the close calls over the years...my best one was probably when some friends and i were about to burn a blunt and some girl (who worked at the hotel we were staying at) asks for a cig...none of us had any, so i said "nah, but you can get down on this blunt" well she said no. but she also called the police apparently. oopsies. so we left the area after she came around, just to be careful or whatever...so we go down on the beach and we finished the blunt and were just standin around drinking. so i see a flashlight flick on for just a split second like 50 yards away. im quick with the cops and immmediately buried about a quarter of some fine herbals in the sand, and sidestepped about 5 feet before he got there. he absolutely saw me bury something but couldnt find it even though i buried it rather shallow. so he ends up just harassing us for a few mins and notices our beer and starts id'ing ppl...i was like 20. i had a fake id and was tryin to get my wallet out before he got to me for my id and ditch the fake. didnt work, he got my fake and i got arrested for that. NO DRUG CHARGES THO, piggies. i proceeded to talk as much shit as i could to this cop for like 4 hours. i was TANKED, it was pretty fun. i took the fingerprinting ink and put it under my eyes for the mugshot. they took the pic! but made me re-do it. he said something like 'you think this is a game, boy' i say "no, and you dont look like a player" the only other good quote i remember is "so, i gotta cousin up there in someplace, usa...who got caught with a fake id too...where'd you get this? maybe you got them from the same guy" my response "why dont you ask your fuckin cousin?"
i got pushed into a hallway wall for that one. they totally put me in a cell with a crack head and lost some of my paperwork for being a dumbass, but fuck em. i'll take my licks.

*i had not only one fake id, but 2...so i had 3 IDs with 3 names. LOL...i also wouldnt tell them which one was real.."if you cant tell then you dont deserve to know"

it ended up being all for nothin pigs! it got dropped...i dare you to guess why. because my buddy's dad who's also my lawyer is fishing buddies with the judge. corruption works both ways!!!

 

[The Doc.]

I had a nice perpetual grow going... 4 clones rooting, 4 clones in veg. and at leat 4 flowering at any givin time. 40 watt floro for clones/seedling, 200+ watts floro for veg, and 400 watts HPS for flower. Strains were NLxHaze, Kalimist x SK#1, and an unknown bagseed indica dominant..

Had to cut it all down when my wife walked out on me and the kids after a big fight. 4 days and one missing persons report later I had a gut feeling... and my grandma told me it was a good idea to get rid of them. A day later she came home with 5 sherriffs and a DEA agent. I had no plants and no pot, only a bong and a pipe and was not arrested Now I have to lay LOW until the divorce and custody battle is over. So far CPS and the courts SEEM to be on my side.... she was abusive to the kids... but thats another thread. maybe I'll go back outdoors with the start of the next season... only time will tell. I just want to grow my MJ again and I can't stand it.

Yes, the bitch called the cops on me. I never saw it coming. I had a gut feeling, and almost ignored it. Her plan was to get me thrown in prison, get the kids, the lincoln, get everything. I was just a tad bit smarter than her. I have never hit her, never abused her, but she had been fucking around on me and apparently had some "great escape" planned. I did nothing but love her and try and provide for my family. I worked an honest job and only grew for personal use. She has some deep issues, and has been a cheater from day one, but I just was in denial... hoping every new day would bring change, but it didn't. I almost left her about 5 yrs ago, but didn't want to throw awy a marraige for a mistake ( I cought her fuckin' around with one of my customers). I forgave her and moved on....

 

[Chamba]

Thailand, mid 80's, Patong Beach, Phucket....a very close call...or so I thought!

I used to spend 6 months of the year in southern Thailand each year during the 80's....I lived a hedonistic lifestyle (emphasis on "Head")

well, I was close to running out of ganja (and I NEVER ever run out of ganja in Thailand!) and bumped into a girl who used to work in one of the bars last year when I was there. She said she could show me where to buy some in Phuket Town and she wanted to go to the bank in town as well, so I said "Bai!" (trans- lets go!) I gave her a lift on my scooter which had a little glove box under the handlebars that could be locked.

I waited for her at the bank and then she directed me to the outshirts of the main town to a road side stall made from bamboo and corrugated iron with trucks rumbling close by and there was this old Thai woman there, I spoke a bit of Thai and asked quietly if I could buy some ganja, well, she freaked out something fierce, waving her hands in the air, getting all agitated "go away farang (foreigner)" she said in a Southern Thai fast slur "you big trouble, I cannot sell to farang" she said to the girl..anyway, the girl and I chilled her out enough to buy 5 deals each rolled up in newspaper, about 1/4 ounce each, for about a buck a piece and I put them in a plastic bag and into the scooter's "glovebox" ...we got the phuk outta there and rode back to Patong beach. It's always a nervous situation scoring in Thailand from locals..non-smack using farangs who smoke ganja and live there are by far the best and safest people to score from...next best are bar girls who become friends, the ones that smoke non-stop like rastas will be able to score cheap weed.

well, back to the story....about halfway back to the beach, I see a cop on a bike has been following me for a kilometer or so and then speeds up and passes me, and when he's about 10 feet in front of me he looks over and then waves me down to stop.

"fuck, shit, fuck " I'm thinking as we slowed down to a stop on the side of the road..the cop takes his time turning off the bike, taking off his helmut and walking slowing back to us

I turned around and gave the girl the filthiest look that said "you set me up you bitch"

the cop walks towards my bike, the girl is still on the back sitting side saddle as Thai girls do and whispered "it's ok"

I'm thinking the best thing to do is king hit the cop and make a rapid run to Malaysia....sweat breaks out on my forehead...nahhhh...bribe him...

she taps me on the shoulder and says in Thai "it's cool, chill out"

I had a half dozen thoughts racing through my brain.....the look on my face was a combo of shitting bricks, thoughts of "how much do I offer to bribe him??", wild eyed, jittery, all tensed up and with flashes of Midnight Express and then he said in Thai to the girl as he took off his mirror avaitors " Hi Jum, long time no see, where have you been?...does the farang speak Thai?...is he your boyfriend?"

and then I knew I was ok

big phew

She told him I was a friend of a friend and was just giving her a lift to the bank and back...apparently he was an old boyfriend of hers and was happy to see her....

she jumped on his bike and gave me a wink and they roared off ..him with his mirror sunglasses and her chastely positioned side saddle in her Suzy Wong style cocktail dress, skin tight with the big slit up one side....I knew it was iridescent, but the colour escapes me now?

I waited on the side of the road ..had another big phew and then rode back to Patong feeling pretty up and cocky....it was good ganj too, dry, seedy and full of sticks and twigs, but it smoked up good...I went back there a few weeks later to the same roadside shack and the same old lady was not there and the new woman who didn't want to know about any "gun-jarh" I was talking about.

another time I was flying from Koh Samuii airport to Bangkok.....there was a security scare or a training thing happening and each passenger was getting patted down, vert thoroughly!.."Oh! ohhh!" I could see they were carefully patting down both legs, lower back, pockets, under the arms, achilles etc....well, I had a big bag of ganja rolled up tight, stuck down in my crotch, at least an ounce in the shape of a slug wrapped in plastic! It was mostly between my legs hard up against my body but it also snaked up vertically above my "thing".....he patted me down, felt the big lump in my crotch, we both immediatley made eye contact with each other and for a second we both looked at each other eyeball to eyeball, seemed like an eternity........ and then he turned his head sideways and said "OK, next" ......

another phew!.

another time up north..the 3 of us hired an old Toyota Crown sedan and a driver in Chiang Mai ,,we drove around the Golden Triangle for a few weeks checking out the sights.....one morning are driving in the mountains to another hill tribe village or wat or waterfall,

I'm in the front seat smoking a blunt sized joint (as one does each morning in the land of smiles) and we turn a corner and run bang into a police roadblock ..the car is full of smoke, I'd just taken a heroic lung busting toke and didn't know whether to swallow it (impossible) or blow it out the window (where's the electric window button??) or throw my hands up high, surrender & laugh! lol..so I tried doing all of the above at once...coughed, laughed and was too baked to do anything but overreact and panic.

the driver says "it's cool, I know these guys, don't put out your joint", and said "they are only interested in weapons or smack" so we opened all the windows and the cops say hello, we get out and try to be real friendly, take a few pics...and then we head off again...I was high from surviving the road block..then I spotted the crushed spliff in the ashtray, I straightened it out and ...as one does in Thailand ...I re-lit the jay anyway

Thailand in the 80's was sar nook mak-mah! (trans - alot of fun!)....now it is full of meth and cops, itchy trigger fingers, crowds and package tours, pollution...nowdays that same road block would end up with me in jail for months or a massive bribe.....or a fast trip to the border!

 

[Guest]

This is a different "bust"
I get my medical marijuana script. Stupid nurse at Doc's office faxes my scrip to my workplace. Next day everyone clowns on me in office. I write letter to Human resources sayin' how the manager violated my rights by spreading my medical history around. Manager gets fired, 2 years later and I check my personal file - My script is on file. Gotta love some bosses and States where people can use their medecine. Thank God.

 

[BullsNBowls]

Fear and Loathing in Utah

Fear and Loathing in Utah

This actually happened earlier this month and I just copied it from another forum I posted it. Nothing still hasnt happened and I am back to growing again. These people can kiss my ass. Like the great Stanley Kubrick Vietnam War film in which Gomer Pyle blows his freakin brain over a latrine wall, I would like to qoute Gomer. "I am in a world of shit." This morning I was greeted by 2 Utah law enforcement officers questioning me about growing marijuna. With nothing to hide and a valid California recommendation, I was honest and told them what I had. To attempt a deterence would of costed my mother and brother with his school friend face down with guns to their heads. I had 4 plants, 2 being hermies, in the first week of flower and standing a measley 12-14 inches tall. I explained everything regarding my medical rights in Calif. Because we live on the stateline of Ut/Co you can guess who took the pie when it came to shafting me. Long story short, the incident is being turned over to the local district attorney for further action. What the action is...I am in limbo. I explained that I did not live here, only visiting until my wife can sort out a new living situation in Ca. I would of been gone in Dec and never looked back. Now I dont know. Utah is a zero tolerance bullshit communist Church state and I am in fear they will attempt to make an example out of me and my two productive plants.

 

[bad wizard]

ok I've got a couple of stories but only time for one I'll post the other later.

I'm packing for vegas and thinking i'll have to go without weed since there was none to be found before my departure. I look in my duffel and find a film container absolutly stuffed with some righteous buds. must be 2-3 grams of white rhino and some bubblegum. i packed this a few weeks ago when i went on an overnight. i wound up drinking copious amounts of wine and hooking up with a girl completly forgetting i had weed. so there it was, still waiting. so i thank my lucky stars and go to the airport. this is before 9. 11. so in those days i would have no coins no belt no metal on me whatsoever save a disposable lighter and carry it with the vial in one pocket, my glass buddy in the other. i get on board land in pheonix. take a small hit in the bathroom, reboard go to vegas and all is cool. i'm in baggage waiting for the carousel to start, feeling sly. Just then i feel a strong hand on my shoulder. I turn and it's a cop of some sort and he's asking me if i would participate in an exercise with sniffing dogs. he sez that it would involve me accepting a package . i would be in plain sight of officers at all times a dog will come about, and motion and make noise, not to fear he won't bite. they would then take the package back. Obvoiusly i think the dogs going to bark at me anyway so i agree and sure enough the dog barks the handler rewards him and the package is returned and the dog barks again. here's where i sweat but keep kool on the outside i look at the handler he looks at me and dis regards it. congradulates the dog again and they move on... whew!.
needless to say i had a fine time hiking and cycling by day and chillin at night meeting another girl next to last night. getting to the bottom of my vial i find some shrooms. me and girl dose on last night partying till 9 am my flight @ 11.20 didn't happen since i thought i would "just rest my eyes for 10 minuets before i have to leave" 5 hours later i'm telling the hotel i gotta stay another night and booking a flight for the next morning. oh well an extra day in vegas is waay better that the nevada jail i would have been in if i didn't win the lottery in the airport. lady luck ain't she somethin'

 

[flibblenibble]

i didn't get to read the whole thread so my apologies if i repeat. i live in fl. and in the past 6 mos at least 20 grow ops have been raided locally,some big and some small, so much for the big fish/little fish theory. i used to go to the local hydro shop but started to get paraniod and the last time i went to a shop in a city 150 miles away and the owner told me that the dea is IN the store here and never to go back. now that could be a business ploy but for some reason this guy here doesn't think he's bullshitting. heres my ? how much would be enough of an electric bill spike to attract attention? see i only have one 1000w hps, a mover, co2 emitter, 6-20/60 gal bubblers, a window unit a/c, a ozone gererator(similar to the uvonair), 2- bathroom exhaust fans, 1-oscillating fan. i think thats pretty much it.

 

[Guest]

the Judge made me pay a $1,500.00 fine and I went on two years probation. I only spent the night in jail as my Mother came and bailed me out the next day (God bless her soul). That is my one and only strike against me, knock on wood. But, there you have it. Rellikbuzz's brushes with LEO.

All that for a half z?

 

[nukn futz]

I was in an accident a few years ago on my way to see some friends in oregon, my truck was t boned at an intersection and totally destroyed along with me having to spend a few days in the hospital, when I finally got out I went to the tow comapny who had towed my truck from the accident scene to my horror I noticed my toolbox in the bed was hit and must`ve popped open I was thinking right there its been a good run and I hope prison has cable tv, I went in to the office, paid my storage fee, hmm no one askign questions yet, went out to the truck and got my posessions, still nobody asking questions, I reached into the tool box and found out why there would be no conversation with an LEO that day, during the accident the few bags I had sitting on top of the rack in the box must`ve been thrown around and wound up under some tools and rags, since the accident wasn`t my fault nobody went looking through the vehicle

 

[TennesseeJed]

my close call---when i wuz 21,[30+ yrs ago} i had several # of mex. weed in the trunk of car. i wuz driving thru the corn fields on a blacktop road in the afternoon when i apparently t-boned a kid who ran the stop sign. ( i dont member the accident). the front end of my car wuz tore off and wuz put into a spin and the ass end of the car slammed into a power pole. i hit the pole with so much force that the back bumper wuz crushed up to the dash. i wuz ejected. the next thing i remember it is 10 days later, im in the hosp. and this guy i dont know (a lawyer my ma hired), has this picture in front of my face showing several blue bricks scattered on the ground around this power pole and the laywer saying it sure is a good thing the kid u hit was walking around when the cops got there as the cops know this stuff wuz in ur car. i wuz banged up purty hard, broke leg, collar bone, colostomy and settled out of court against that kid. close call in 2 ways

 

[TennesseeJed]

1 other close call---in the late 70's, me an da wife are just getting ready to board plane for winter trip to ariz. i had wood humidor in coat pocket and had planned on wearing it while going thru security. the lady there asked me to remove coat and found this humidor. she said to me' i cant get this open'. i replied to her as i opened it for her, 'its just a bit of pot'. she just ignored me, i put it back in coat and walked on plane. a cop was standing 10 ft away from her.

 

[I Used To Grow]

This just happened to me and my friend on Sunday, November 13th at around 11:30 am.

He came by my house and picked me up and we went and got some clove cigarettes at the local smoke shop. We headed out and stopped at a gas station so my friend could take a leak. He gets back in the car and packs a bowl of dank. We get pretty high and we drive past my house and go down the street around the corner. We go like a block and pass a cop car coming onto the street we were on. He starts following us so we speed up a little bit. We were going over 30 in a 10mph zone. We get to a stop sign and my friend doesn't use the signal. We manage to lose the cop car because we pulled out in front of a car so the cop car had to wait at the stop sign. We get to the farigrounds and turn off and go down a street a little ways. We see the cop turn onto the same street and speed up to catch us. We get to another stop sign and turn left to get to my friend's sister's house...too late, the cop gets behind us and turns on his siren and we pull over. Cop comes to the window and asks for the usual license and registration. Cop runs the license and registration and comes back and tells my friend his license is expired. Mind you, we were in my friend's girlfriend's car and everything in the car was hers. Eventually another cop shows up. My friend has to get out of the car and talk to the cops for like 10 minutes. Then I have to get out of the car along with my friend while the cop that pulled us over searches the car. The cop comes back and tells me to get in the driver's seat so I can drive. The cop found a small chillum in the console. Before we got pulled over I took the weed my friend gave me and put it in my pocket but hid the pipe in the console like a dumbass. My friend tells the cop it's his pipe so he gets a paraphanelia charge and posession of less than an ounce. Too bad I didn't hide the pipe on me or my friend wouldn't have got busted.

I guess after my friend told his girlfriend she said she was gonna call the police and tell them it is her pipe. She hasn't done that yet.

Well, that's my close call with the cops.

 

[Guest]

This is a good thread. I'll add a couple stories here.

First one happened about 3 weeks ago and isn't really pot related. In fact its not even a very good story but I was happy I got away. I was going about 60 in a 30 zone and I see what I thought was a cop on the othe side of the road going around a turn. Well it was a cop and I saw him put his lights on and slow down when he got past me. Luckly for me I was going around that turn and there were a few cars behind me. It was in a small ass town around me and luckly there was side street/nieghborhood coming up where I thought my friend lived. I pulled down it and it was a dead end...doh. About halfway down the street I saw the cop fly by the street with his lights on. Unfortunatley I knew where he had just gone was the way back to where I was going, and surley after he didn't see me he'd most likley be waiting there or coming back. Luckly the street after was my friend's street and I figured out how to get where I was going from there. I didn't think I had any pot but later I found about an 8th in my car. I was happy I saved myself from the ticket and didn't get busted with the pot.

Another situation was a little worse. I went to a huge college last year, I mean around 25,000 students. The dorms I lived in were like a city setting and even though other dorms had a bigger drug problem my dorm had more violent crimes so thats where the police were. Anyways we were smoking and drinking in a friend's room on friday night when we heard a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole and didn't see anyone and figured it was someone being a wise ass (people used to do it all the time). I opened the door and it was 3 cops that promtly said "do you know why we're here?" Of course I played dumb and the bitch of a lady cop was like "why don't you ask your neighbors I bet they can smell why." We played dumb for as long as possible but they threatened to call the dogs and we had no chioce. So they enetered the room and we had the gravity bong out, my friend's $250 custom bong, his grinder (with about .1 of an already grinded gram) and a few open beers. They took all of that and make my friend give them the baggy the pot came in and asked where he got it (luckly he said far away). Then the stupid lady cop sees the open beer and asks how many beers are in the fridge. My friend (it was his room) goes not many. She opens it and counts 7, thats right SEVEN beers in the fridge. There were 3 of us in the room and when the night started we had about 12 beers in the fridge. Now this is the part that really almost made me laugh. Shes goes SEVEN, YOU THINK THATS NOT A LOT?!?!?! I felt like being a sarcastic asshole and being like yea 7 beers for 3 of us we're gettin LOADED tonight! I restrained. She made us empty them (we were all 18 by the way and obviously the drinking age is 21 here).

Luckly for us we didn't get in any trouble. We only had a TINY bit of pot and the bongs, ect. What I'm actaully surprised about is we didn't get in trouble for the small amount of alcohol we had. This campus REALLY tries to cut down on drinking because its known as a party school. The cops told us don't worry, we're only interested if you have pounds in here. For all they knew we could have! They didn't search the room they just took what was out in the open and what my friend gave them. We saved like 2 pipes from being taken.

The second one was a pretty close call. The only reason we had less than a bowlpack left because it was my friend's birthday so we had smoked a TON that day. I don't know why they picked then to bust us because we smoked about 5 blunts a day in that room but we got away clean so its all good.

 

[Guest]

This is a fun thread. I have many close calls, but I'll start with how I really got in trouble...

School fights...I got in a lot of these growing up. I was a nerdy gamer type, but my Dad had taught me to take no crap. Other folks got the upper hand many times, but regardless, I stood up for myself. Well once in highschool, with a few growth spurts, a kid with a 74 camaro in the year 2000, already smoking joints and squeeling tires before school, I no longer had to defend myself, yet I got in about as many fights. I had a Mr. Badass, cool to da core attitude. So...so so proud. So once in the morning, hallway full of 1000 students, me and my friends pulled a racial thing with another group of people, whom we didnt like the looks they were giving us. So cool right. A week goes by with ongoing smack talking in the halls, and I continue to pop pills before school, (valiums, hydrocodones, loranzapams) I also occasionally sold a few.
So on D day, I walk into school, and the main hall is super crowded, in a school of 3800, it looked like everyone was in the main hall. Buzzing, I stepped slowly down the stairs, and attempted to walk my g/f to class. Not even 10 steps after the stairs, I find all my good, happy to see me, other race friends. I had a bad feeling, and so I stopped, smart huh. Next thing I know, I'm being hit by all kinds of things in the back, and dragged onto the ground. I've gone done a lot, but never stayed down, so up I go, and into a buzzed rage, pills and adrenaline crashing like ocean waves on a midnight rocky shore. I start grabbing and hitting everyone around me, knock out fighting So I'm grabbed from being and my arms put into some kinda lock. F-this I think, and go rhino ballastic to break a 300lb mans grip. Turning to release a entourage of blows to this guys face.
Unfortunately, I was kicking a teachers ass "Assault, assault" he throws his hands into the air as I relaize what I have done. I'm rushed into the office, where I hide 2 extra pills in my sock. Safe place...no...
A cop walks into the office and places me under arrest for assaultinga teacher (assault on a public servant while on duty, state jail felony)
I'm escorted out of the building through emptying halls, to see 14 cop cars outside the school building, and me the only one arrested, how nice. Tunrs out the whole schol rioted pretty harsh. Well the cop of course found my pills once in the jail. Pretty shitty. I didnt learn there, it took a few years, many close calls, and a bit of time to relaize what was getting me in trouble. Not breaking the law, but saying "Hey, check this shit out, look what I can do!"

Ok, that was a long one, I know, but I gotta drop my favorite close call.
I had just gotten a 68 fleetwood cadillac, 4dr, 2 soap bar clean bench seats, all electric locks, windows, even seats. What else? had a 472ci in it. Running, for $600. Man, I cry right now......On with the story. So I was showing my friend how it was done when you drive a 68 lac with a 472. We went up to the gas station to grab some blunts. Although 3 minutes from the store, I took my bag, and he took his beer. Leaving the gas station, I stomped the pedal, smoking tires and swining all te way from the left to the right lane. A lady I drove by stuck here head out the window and yelled" Are you fucking crazy" I laughed it up of course, feeling like the king of cool. When I turned hard on the street before mine, I knew the lights following were way to quick to be just naybody. Sure enough. the flashing lights begin, along with some fast heart beats. I was also on probation at this time for the above stunt. The cop walks up, and asked what my buddy was trying to hide, as he had tried to stick his open beer under the seat. He tried telling thee cop, "nothing sir" I look at him like the cop doesnt know better, and how I'd prefer not to be searched since I have a half oz on me.
"No, sir, he has a beer bottle that hes trying to hide, thats it." The cop walks around the car, looking at it. No inspection, no registration, no insurance. "You know why we pulled you over..?"
"Yeah I'm pretty sure, I was all over the place, acting stupid."
"yeah thats right"
I explained that I lived 1 block away, actually pulled over on my street, party of friends watching down the road. He basically just told me to get home, didnt even harass me or give me a hard time, no search, no get out of the car, no nada. Of course I went home and bragged to everyone just how F-ing cool I was, LMAO, right.

Oh yeah, a funny side note about the first story, about 2 years after that, I found myself sitting in jail, waiting to see the judge with a guy who had gotten much the the school riot stuff on tape. He remembered me, I was long introduced as the giy who broke coash XXXX nose. Felt kinda cool, in a glamorous movie, look at me type of way. Was it worth it? would I do it all over again? No clue, i'll just get high for now.

 

[Guest]

Once upon a time (mid 80s) I was fortunate enough to get a fairly decent tax refund which just happened to arrive on April 1st. Well after what had been an extremely long winter I decided to call up a few friends and invite them to a keg party to celebrate the arrivel of spring. So I cash my check pick up the keg and an OZ of sum fairly stinky dank.And head down to the local park where there is a small lake with a pavillion and begin to get the party started. Well there is about 20 of us standing around drinking a few when I see a consevation officer pull thru the gates.So thinking quickly I take my ounce of weed and shove it down my pants. Well the consevation officer stops short of where we were at and just sits there watching us.Well about 10 minutes later here comes 2 sqaud cars pulling up one is a k9 unit. Anyhow they proceed to check everyones ID cards and being we were all of age they tell us to pack up and get out of the park.Well thinking that all is good I walk over to to the squad car to pick my drivers licence up off the hood and in doing so I step in front of the k9. And as I do he emits a large vicious growl and latches on to my crouch. So I stand there frozen in fear thinking I am about to become a little girl when the cop pulls the dog off and unzips my pants, plop out comes the weed. Well needless to say I go to jail, friends take beer and go home and after making bail the next day I am left with four dollars of tax refund left. After all is said and done I got 500 dollar fine 1 year probation and 40 hours community service

 

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i have to say some of these stories sound like some stupid ass shit! im too sick and wasted to post one of my stories... maybe later

 

[I Used To Grow]

This close call happened this past September. I was up the road in another town hanging out with some college kids.

Well, I was in another town hanging out with some college kids. We decided to go for a cruise and smoke some herb while cruising. We had prepared two large blunts that were to be smoked on this cruise around town.

All 8 of us hopped in a van and took off. We lit up the blunts and started passing them around the van. After a few puffs I was high as a kite. The driver decided to go off on one of the county roads that goes through the woods and past some very nice houses. So we get on this road and we notice there's a car about half a mile behind us. He starts gaining on us so we take a turn up a hill..next thing we know the cherries and blueberries are going off behind us. One of the blunts was in the back near me and the guy who had it quickly put it out and hid it on the floorboard by the door where it was pretty dark. The one in front got put out and hid in the side pocket on the door. Everyone lit up a cigarette and started puffing away to cover up the weed smell. The officer approached the car and took the license and registration from the driver. We were all very scared that we were going to jail because all of us had a few grams of weed in our pockets. The officer came back and gave the driver a warning and told him to slow down. Whew, that was close!

After we took off the officer turned around and went back to town and left us to cruise the backroads and smoke our blunts. We lit the blunts once again and proceeded to get totally blitzed while we cruised around the backroads.

That was prolly the closest I've come to getting in trouble with weed.

 

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Interesting stories people, close calls

Peace...

MoS