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Arrest Stories & Close Calls
- Thread starter Crazy Composer
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man these are some brutal stories.
the first time i got busted was when i was in the army. on my fourth month of compulsory service i went home on leave and took some bonghits after being sober for a long ass time. as soon as i got back a few days later there was a surprise piss test
i was sent home a month later when they got the results hahahaha. the funny thing was the army wanted me to stay despite having tested positive (coz i was already admitted into officers training and proved my worth hehe ) but the local police conducted the test and they had the final word.
i also had a close call about a year ago when two of my homeboys and i were chillin in (we'll call him dave) daves car. i was in the back seat, dave was driving and (we'll call him johnny) johnny was in the front seat. we were just parked in a parking area behind the neighborhood park taking several blunts and j's. we must have been there for about half an hour in total. in this half hour though, a squad car passed the road adjacent to the park three times. after the third time we tripped and decided it was time to go. a couple hundred meters down the road we see the same squad car in our rear view mirrors and it suddenly turned its lights on! he pulled us over and we instantly new we were screwed, we each had a small baggy on us and the car was still smoky and absolutely reeked of the good stuff. he taps on the glass and dave rolls down the window only to have the smoke engulf his face. the cop obviously knew what we were up to, so he asks for daves license, he told us to sit tight while he checks the license. in the few minutes he was in his car we were in living hell, we were stoned as shit and our minds could only think of the many brutal ways this popo would ruin our day. when he gets back, he gives dave his license back and says it cheked out fine. he then sticks his head into the window to look us all in the eye and looking all imposing, then suddenly he says with a smile: "you boys have a nice day!" and walked back to his car chuckling. as he drove off we just looked at each other in total disbelief at what just happened. he must have had bigger fish to fry. i wish all cops were like that.
another close call was when a friend and i went to pick up a baggy. about 2 minutes later we run into a check point. the cop asks for my license and registration(he was in a pissy mood). the car we were driving was my dads old 944 so it was pretty low on the ground. he strains to get his head down low enough to see our faces(he was really fat and really tall) after changing his stance several times but still failed to bend down low enough, he tosses my license and registration onto my lap and yells "get the fuck outta here". we drove off with huge smiles on our faces. hehehe
the first time i got busted was when i was in the army. on my fourth month of compulsory service i went home on leave and took some bonghits after being sober for a long ass time. as soon as i got back a few days later there was a surprise piss test
i was sent home a month later when they got the results hahahaha. the funny thing was the army wanted me to stay despite having tested positive (coz i was already admitted into officers training and proved my worth hehe ) but the local police conducted the test and they had the final word.i also had a close call about a year ago when two of my homeboys and i were chillin in (we'll call him dave) daves car. i was in the back seat, dave was driving and (we'll call him johnny) johnny was in the front seat. we were just parked in a parking area behind the neighborhood park taking several blunts and j's. we must have been there for about half an hour in total. in this half hour though, a squad car passed the road adjacent to the park three times. after the third time we tripped and decided it was time to go. a couple hundred meters down the road we see the same squad car in our rear view mirrors and it suddenly turned its lights on! he pulled us over and we instantly new we were screwed, we each had a small baggy on us and the car was still smoky and absolutely reeked of the good stuff. he taps on the glass and dave rolls down the window only to have the smoke engulf his face. the cop obviously knew what we were up to, so he asks for daves license, he told us to sit tight while he checks the license. in the few minutes he was in his car we were in living hell, we were stoned as shit and our minds could only think of the many brutal ways this popo would ruin our day. when he gets back, he gives dave his license back and says it cheked out fine. he then sticks his head into the window to look us all in the eye and looking all imposing, then suddenly he says with a smile: "you boys have a nice day!" and walked back to his car chuckling. as he drove off we just looked at each other in total disbelief at what just happened. he must have had bigger fish to fry. i wish all cops were like that.
another close call was when a friend and i went to pick up a baggy. about 2 minutes later we run into a check point. the cop asks for my license and registration(he was in a pissy mood). the car we were driving was my dads old 944 so it was pretty low on the ground. he strains to get his head down low enough to see our faces(he was really fat and really tall) after changing his stance several times but still failed to bend down low enough, he tosses my license and registration onto my lap and yells "get the fuck outta here". we drove off with huge smiles on our faces. hehehe
Bloods
Member
well this is a close one story
once me and my freinds went to my freinds house to make packs,we had about 200g,well we made packs,got stooooned outa our fucking minds while doing so....well then my freind number 1 got about 40g for himself,that he put into his backpack...he wanted to roll 1 again,but decided not to and he put about 1,2g in his left pulover pocket(dont know how to say this difrently sry xD) well then we and my freind went home,stilll green as christmas trees,and we saw a police car drive up probably 100m,and i was fucking around and said : that cop will get ya ,yea we laughed and wen whe went by the cp,no shit it was a cop that personal knw me and my...adventures(but was so incomponent that he never got me) well then he surched me and my freind(pokets,put shirt down,...)and he looked everything...he saw the bag and just wanted to ask when a dispatch call when through and he must had left...when we arrived later at my freinds home,he put his hand into a pocket...and waooo there was 2g ...the cop didnt find that and we totaly forgot that we ewen got it
The moral of the story....cops are incompotent
once me and my freinds went to my freinds house to make packs,we had about 200g,well we made packs,got stooooned outa our fucking minds while doing so....well then my freind number 1 got about 40g for himself,that he put into his backpack...he wanted to roll 1 again,but decided not to and he put about 1,2g in his left pulover pocket(dont know how to say this difrently sry xD) well then we and my freind went home,stilll green as christmas trees,and we saw a police car drive up probably 100m,and i was fucking around and said : that cop will get ya ,yea we laughed and wen whe went by the cp,no shit it was a cop that personal knw me and my...adventures(but was so incomponent that he never got me
) well then he surched me and my freind(pokets,put shirt down,...)and he looked everything...he saw the bag and just wanted to ask when a dispatch call when through and he must had left...when we arrived later at my freinds home,he put his hand into a pocket...and waooo there was 2g ...the cop didnt find that and we totaly forgot that we ewen got it The moral of the story....cops are incompotent
Homemade Seed Dryer
Homemade Seed Dryer
When the cops busted my small personal grow they left me a list of all the items they seized.
When I got down the list I saw that they wrote "Homemade Seed Dryer" - they were talking about my homemade carbon scrubber! It used little black pellet pieces of carbon which they mistook as seeds. Shit was hilarious.
These cops definitely didn't know much about growing.
Homemade Seed Dryer
When the cops busted my small personal grow they left me a list of all the items they seized.
When I got down the list I saw that they wrote "Homemade Seed Dryer" - they were talking about my homemade carbon scrubber! It used little black pellet pieces of carbon which they mistook as seeds. Shit was hilarious.
These cops definitely didn't know much about growing.
I was almost busted for smoking a joint in hospital right now!
I was smoking it under the exhaust in the bathroom when a doctor knocked on my room door and had to flush it. I said 'I'm takin a shit' (or words to that effect) and quickly lit up my safety cigarette.
I prepared a cigarette to smoke in the bathroom (to try and mask the smell of weed with tobacco so if I got caught I could say I was only smoking tobacco and not erb.
So I rub a little bit of toothpaste on my teeth and leave the ensuite bathroom. The Doc came in and introduced himself. We had a chat for about 30mins and I was so wrecked I was sounding whacked. lol.
That was my latest Close Call. Thank you.
I was smoking it under the exhaust in the bathroom when a doctor knocked on my room door and had to flush it. I said 'I'm takin a shit' (or words to that effect) and quickly lit up my safety cigarette.
I prepared a cigarette to smoke in the bathroom (to try and mask the smell of weed with tobacco so if I got caught I could say I was only smoking tobacco and not erb.
So I rub a little bit of toothpaste on my teeth and leave the ensuite bathroom. The Doc came in and introduced himself. We had a chat for about 30mins and I was so wrecked I was sounding whacked. lol.
That was my latest Close Call. Thank you.
Hey guys! First post here. I was pulled over a couple years ago about 5 min after hotboxing my car. Cop said he smelled marijuan coming from the vehicle and had probable cause to search. While i sat in the back of the car they tore my car apart, found 2 roaches onder my driver seat. (i took them outta the ashtray and tossed them under there when i saw lights behind me) I got a possession ticket and went to court for it a month later. I got the charges dropped
I summoned both officers that had pulled me over, as well as the evident courier. Only one officer showed for the hearing. And he wasnt even the one who had found the joint remains. He stated the roaches were found under the driver side floor mat. I said, "your honor, I dont see how I could have placed those joints under the floor mat while driving and still maintain control of my vehicle."
The judge asked the cop if he'd seen any movement in the car. He said no cause my windows are limo tint. So the judges dropped the charges because he said he didnt see how i could have hid them while driving and they obviously came from someone else driving my car. bwahahahah
Anyway, love the forum, been lurking for a while. just joined, ive got some nice stuff going on. ill do a grow thread soon
I summoned both officers that had pulled me over, as well as the evident courier. Only one officer showed for the hearing. And he wasnt even the one who had found the joint remains. He stated the roaches were found under the driver side floor mat. I said, "your honor, I dont see how I could have placed those joints under the floor mat while driving and still maintain control of my vehicle."
The judge asked the cop if he'd seen any movement in the car. He said no cause my windows are limo tint. So the judges dropped the charges because he said he didnt see how i could have hid them while driving and they obviously came from someone else driving my car. bwahahahah
Anyway, love the forum, been lurking for a while. just joined, ive got some nice stuff going on. ill do a grow thread soon
Irish Stout
New member
3 cops within 50yrds
3 cops within 50yrds
I have quite a wild story. Well, a few days ago three of us decided to go smoke but it was 12:30am and one of my buddy proposes going to a public park. I didn't hear him and figured out where we were going when we turned in. First thing I say is, "Wow really? public park at 12:30 in the am we might aswell call the cops." Turns out thats how it went. We rolled up a little L walked up to the playground since it was dark and near a fence. Half way through the L i turn around and see a cop flooring it through the parking lot lights off and everything. Now were hiding in some lil slide/tictactoe/house thing all three of us, 10 mins later another cop pulls up and they still sit in their cars lights off cars off. 20min later another cop pulls up same deal there all talking and one gets out. Another 10min or so an SUV pulls up aswell so by then im thinking great I just managed losing my Gf, Job,room at home all because we went to the park. Turns out I swallowed half an L and a sandwichbag with .5. The cops left 10min later. Either they didnt see and hear us, or they honored our stealthyness
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Probably the luckiest time of my life.
3 cops within 50yrds
I have quite a wild story. Well, a few days ago three of us decided to go smoke but it was 12:30am and one of my buddy proposes going to a public park. I didn't hear him and figured out where we were going when we turned in. First thing I say is, "Wow really? public park at 12:30 in the am we might aswell call the cops." Turns out thats how it went. We rolled up a little L walked up to the playground since it was dark and near a fence. Half way through the L i turn around and see a cop flooring it through the parking lot lights off and everything. Now were hiding in some lil slide/tictactoe/house thing all three of us, 10 mins later another cop pulls up and they still sit in their cars lights off cars off. 20min later another cop pulls up same deal there all talking and one gets out. Another 10min or so an SUV pulls up aswell so by then im thinking great I just managed losing my Gf, Job,room at home all because we went to the park. Turns out I swallowed half an L and a sandwichbag with .5. The cops left 10min later. Either they didnt see and hear us, or they honored our stealthyness
.Probably the luckiest time of my life.
kyndone
Member
i got busted up in Las Vegas back in 1994, (when a seed could get you a county year ), with one bowl short of an 1\8, of white widow, i had drank a few beers, picked up a sack, called my girl to come pick me up, at a 7-11 payphone, (before cell phones were real popular), i took a little nap while i was waiting for her, under the payphone, and woke up to see the boys in blue, i didnt get up quick enough, so they roughly helped me, and pushed me against the brick wall, went through the usual questions, found my little baggy,and arrested me, i bailed out, 300 bucks later, went to court, hired a lawyer, 600 bucks plus 300 for the lawyer, later, i was a free man again, no probation, no classes, no nothing, i was happy., i moved to Tucson Az., for a year, to help my dying grandfather, then moved back to vegas, i get pulled over for speeding, the cop says i have a warrant for my arrest, for a marijuana charge, from over a year ago, i tried to tell him that i had taken care of it, but it didnt matter, back to jail i go, so i spend another 300 bucks to get out again, hire the same lawyer, this time i go back to court, i find out, it was for being under the influence, not only did noone say anything about a seperate charge,but they were threatening me with a year in jail, my lawer got it down to a mis. charge, and another 600 dollar fine., so they ended up getting me twice on the same bag of weed.first charge was posession, 2nd charge was UTI, total of 4 days in jail, 2400.00 of my money, (with bail, lawyer, and court fees ) and they took my bag of weed, now ive heard vegas has become alot more liberal about MJ charges. anyway hope you all liked my little short story, that was the only time ive ever been in trouble with weed.
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2Lazy
i got busted up in Las Vegas back in 1994, (when a seed could get you a county year ), with one bowl short of an 1\8, of white widow, i had drank a few beers, picked up a sack, called my girl to come pick me up, at a 7-11 payphone, (before cell phones were real popular), i took a little nap while i was waiting for her, under the payphone, and woke up to see the boys in blue, i didnt get up quick enough, so they roughly helped me, and pushed me against the brick wall, went through the usual questions, found my little baggy,and arrested me, i bailed out, 300 bucks later, went to court, hired a lawyer, 600 bucks plus 300 for the lawyer, later, i was a free man again, no probation, no classes, no nothing, i was happy., i moved to Tucson Az., for a year, to help my dying grandfather, then moved back to vegas, i get pulled over for speeding, the cop says i have a warrant for my arrest, for a marijuana charge, from over a year ago, i tried to tell him that i had taken care of it, but it didnt matter, back to jail i go, so i spend another 300 bucks to get out again, hire the same lawyer, this time i go back to court, i find out, it was for being under the influence, not only did noone say anything about a seperate charge,but they were threatening me with a year in jail, my lawer got it down to a mis. charge, and another 600 dollar fine., so they ended up getting me twice on the same bag of weed.first charge was posession, 2nd charge was UTI, total of 4 days in jail, 2400.00 of my money, (with bail, lawyer, and court fees ) and they took my bag of weed, now ive heard vegas has become alot more liberal about MJ charges. anyway hope you all liked my little short story, that was the only time ive ever been in trouble with weed.
The moral of this story:
Don't sleep beneath pay phones in front of 7-11.
I had to laugh at that. I mean, of all the places to "take a nap." I grew up in Santa Cruz, CA so I'm familiar with the hippy mentality of "here looks good to eat/piss/shit/sleep/beatmydog/smoke" regardless of "here" being the courthouse ivy patch, the bus stop, or the book store entry.
kyndone
Member
The moral of this story:
Don't sleep beneath pay phones in front of 7-11.
you are right about that 2 Lazy, ., it only took once., i never did it again., i had a few close calls carying 1\2 P's through vegas, but no arrests., man, if they wanted to give me a year for less than an 1\8, what would they have done to me for a 1\2 pound?, haha, i was such an idiot.,
Don't sleep beneath pay phones in front of 7-11.
you are right about that 2 Lazy, ., it only took once., i never did it again., i had a few close calls carying 1\2 P's through vegas, but no arrests., man, if they wanted to give me a year for less than an 1\8, what would they have done to me for a 1\2 pound?, haha, i was such an idiot.,
Protea
Member
Not the most spectacular story by fare, but it is my contribution.
some five-six years back, I had to wait in Copenhagen 6-8 hours,For a bus to Oslo, so i went to christiania, and got a big, fat hash joint. i smoked about half of it. then put it out, to finish later. Bus comes. I fall asleep. Next ting i know we are in a hangar type hall. whit a big sign reading Swedish customs, and we had to un board the bus, and they walked around whit dogs. i was quite nervous when the dog approached my end of the line. remembering the half joint that probably smelled quite bad by now. it felt like 3-4 in the morning. but as luck would have it, for me at least the dude next to me had on his person 100g on Grade A bud. so that must have put them off my half joint. so they let the rest of us go. and we did. passing the Norwegian border crossing whit out being stopped. i am a happy camper since now i had a half super strong joint to smoke before i spend the day on a train. so i happily snooze away til we reach Oslo. waking up as the other passengers un board, i grab my stuff ,and walk out of the bus, straight in to the arms of Norwegian customs surprise inspection. they go trough all my pockets and find the cursed half joint, they take me in to the customs office, and search my backpack and all the bits and pieces. i only have the one f...ing Half Joint, that they weigh to 0.8g. they had me over to the police, the officer almost break my wrist trying to "snap" the handcuffs on me, like in some cool Hollywood setting. but didn't seem to know the trick to it. he just hit me on the wrist 5-6 times. they end up fining me 2000 nkr/300-400 usd.
some five-six years back, I had to wait in Copenhagen 6-8 hours,For a bus to Oslo, so i went to christiania, and got a big, fat hash joint. i smoked about half of it. then put it out, to finish later. Bus comes. I fall asleep. Next ting i know we are in a hangar type hall. whit a big sign reading Swedish customs, and we had to un board the bus, and they walked around whit dogs. i was quite nervous when the dog approached my end of the line. remembering the half joint that probably smelled quite bad by now. it felt like 3-4 in the morning. but as luck would have it, for me at least the dude next to me had on his person 100g on Grade A bud. so that must have put them off my half joint. so they let the rest of us go. and we did. passing the Norwegian border crossing whit out being stopped. i am a happy camper since now i had a half super strong joint to smoke before i spend the day on a train. so i happily snooze away til we reach Oslo. waking up as the other passengers un board, i grab my stuff ,and walk out of the bus, straight in to the arms of Norwegian customs surprise inspection. they go trough all my pockets and find the cursed half joint, they take me in to the customs office, and search my backpack and all the bits and pieces. i only have the one f...ing Half Joint, that they weigh to 0.8g. they had me over to the police, the officer almost break my wrist trying to "snap" the handcuffs on me, like in some cool Hollywood setting. but didn't seem to know the trick to it. he just hit me on the wrist 5-6 times. they end up fining me 2000 nkr/300-400 usd.
A_Witty_Name
New member
One time, i was hanging in a public park, and totally forgot i had an Oz. in my pocket. a cop rolled up and walked up to us, and he searched me. he frisked my one pocket, took my lighter and cell phone, and placed them on the back of his car. AS HE WAS TURNED AROUND, i put the oz in the pocket he just searched. he apologized (after searching the rest of me and not finding anything), and let me go. I WIN
strawbrrygirl
Member
my story is that i got busted with 100gr of hash at a show i got caught goin in the gate i went in and out of the show 5+ times no problem tons of peaple at the gate super crowded so i couldnt tell what was goin on when i made it to the gate state troopers were everywhere W/dogs ohhh shit im done and i was 5000$ bail the jail was filled with concert goers i did not have scales on me that saved me!!!!!!!!!!! when i went to court hours away from my home. my lawyer(she was a judge) told me she trained the judge that was hearing my case PHEWWWWW!they went in the judges chambers a talked for a while.the judge came out and said he was sick of this case and acted all pissed off. he said 1000$ fine and he does not want to see me ever again. my lawyer was very ALPHA she owned the court when she walked in there. i was very lucky no more hash for me!!!!!!!!!
I Harvester
New member
I've found in times of extreme stress I am able to keep a level head. When I was 17 in the early 80's me and three of my buddies were hanging out on a Saturday night. Friends 1 and 2 never smoked much but that night for some reason they wanted to get lit. I had met friend 3 through friend number 1, he was in his early 20's and a pretty meek and subdued guy. I had helped him remodel a house he inherited after both of his parents passed within a month of each other. Prior to him moving in to his parents home, he lived with a couple that were heavy hitters, like semi trailer loads at a time. So anyway, they all want to drive around and get high. They want to go to a park on this lake off of the interstate, I tell them I don't like it because its a one way in, one way out type of place. But I am overruled and here we go. The parking lot is parallel to the beach and there were several cars parked, and sure as shit, here comes a freaking cop. He's checking everyone right down the line. We are in friend number 3's car. Fresh out of High School, all I have ever bought was quarters and some times I'd split a lid with someone. We had already smoked our joint so I'm thinking no problem even if we get searched. This is when friend #3 informs me "I still have some dope on me". I say "Oh shit guy's, we are fix'en to have to eat some weed." I ask him how much he has and in one quick fluid motion, he pulls out from under the seat the biggest bag of weed I had ever seen in my life, "I've got a pound!!!" My first thought was you stupid Mother Fucker!! what are you doing driving around with something like that!!!. Friend #1 is freaking and screaming "I'm not here!!!! I'm not here!!!!" The cop is now two cars away and friend #3 ask me "What do I do" I said "Crank the car and back out slowly, and head for the interstate", I tell dip shit #1 to STFU and friend #2 to take off his tennis shoe. Well the road out of this place is twisted like a snake and the cop is soon back in his car following us. We are about 30 yards to the entrance ramp which goes right onto the bridge over the lake. I tell #3 "If the cop hits his lights you punch it and get us on the bridge" I had already poked a small hole through the bag and tied #2's tennis shoe to it. "I'll dump the weed in the water hopefully and then chunk the bag in water and the shoe will take it down. Then when we get to the other side of the bridge you pull over." We get to entrance and as we make the left onto the interstate, a miracle happens, the cop turns around and heads back into the park.
Strapped
Member
One time, after a hard days work; I decided to ease some stress, and was excited because I had just picked up about an eighth of some nice bud. So excited that I couldn't wait the hour drive home. I lit up my sherlock bubbler that fit so nicely in the center console of my truck and enjoyed (I don't condone that behavior anymore btw, but it made driving like a video game.) It wasn't until after I was good and baked that I realized I needed to shit... like right away.
It was about 2 in the morning and I knew about this porta potty behind a gas station that I frequently stopped. I remember thinking to myself, "Wow, what a great place to take an emergency dump" before that fateful night, so I was glad that I was finally able to put my plan in to action. I was hurried, as is the nature of such things, but luckily made it to the john in the nick of time.
So here I am just chillin' and I see a spotlight shine through the vents at the top of the john. I'm like, "Oh shit... is that the cops?" Then I'm like, "Nah, I'm probably just being paranoid and seeing shit." Then I hear a firm knock at the door. At this point I probably had a turtle head poking out, but needless to say, my butt hole clenched pretty tight. Then I hear, "****** County Police Department, come on out and show yourself."
So I step out with my hands up, my eyes all squinty and red, scared shitless that they saw me smokin' on the way up here, or that I left my bag somewhere that they could see it as I was in such a hurry. Thank God I was stoned as all fuck because I talked to them like they were my best friends, not showing any nervousness at all.
Apparently some people had vandalized that porta potty and the people who ran the gas station lived on the hill where they could watch it all the time. They saw me pull up and called the cops. The police shined their flash lights in my car asked where I was from and where I was going, then satisfied that I wasn't stealing anything. Finally let me on my way. They were pretty cool. Plus I think they kind of sympathized with me on my situation.
By the time they left I was already coming down from the experience so of course i had to toke again.
It was about 2 in the morning and I knew about this porta potty behind a gas station that I frequently stopped. I remember thinking to myself, "Wow, what a great place to take an emergency dump" before that fateful night, so I was glad that I was finally able to put my plan in to action. I was hurried, as is the nature of such things, but luckily made it to the john in the nick of time.
So here I am just chillin' and I see a spotlight shine through the vents at the top of the john. I'm like, "Oh shit... is that the cops?" Then I'm like, "Nah, I'm probably just being paranoid and seeing shit." Then I hear a firm knock at the door. At this point I probably had a turtle head poking out, but needless to say, my butt hole clenched pretty tight. Then I hear, "****** County Police Department, come on out and show yourself."
So I step out with my hands up, my eyes all squinty and red, scared shitless that they saw me smokin' on the way up here, or that I left my bag somewhere that they could see it as I was in such a hurry. Thank God I was stoned as all fuck because I talked to them like they were my best friends, not showing any nervousness at all.
Apparently some people had vandalized that porta potty and the people who ran the gas station lived on the hill where they could watch it all the time. They saw me pull up and called the cops. The police shined their flash lights in my car asked where I was from and where I was going, then satisfied that I wasn't stealing anything. Finally let me on my way. They were pretty cool. Plus I think they kind of sympathized with me on my situation.
By the time they left I was already coming down from the experience so of course i had to toke again.
thehashman
New member
Good Stories in here~
I Harvester
New member
One more story, I had been married to my first wife for about five months when she wanted to go visit her parents which was about a five hour drive away. So we go to spend the weekend with them. It was hot ass summer time and her cheap ass stepfather would not turn on the ac. It was midnight and about 90 in the house I was tossing and turning and could not sleep. I told her I had to get out for a while.
Earlier that day while we were out something just told me to empty my ash tray of the roaches, had about 6 or 7 in there. So at a stop light I just dumped them.
We had bought a watermelon, had it in the fridge, I said we'll go eat this watermelon somewhere. She said I know a neat little park not to far from here. So we head to the park with the watermelon, a salt shaker, and a knife. The park had a parking lot, and the gate was closed going into the park, so we sat on the curb eating melon. We finished eating and I left the melon on the curb with the salt shaker, we got back in the car just to sit for a few before we head back to the house. I had a brand new 84 Honda CRX. One thing I loved about the car was that there was a plastic cover right behind the emergency brake that came off so you could access the brake cables. The space was just about perfect for a 1/4 oz.
I had noticed a few minutes before, a squad car had driven by, didn't think much of it. I was just about to get out and clean up our mess and head out when FIVE, yes count them, FIVE FUCKING police cars come hauling ass into the parking lot to block us in. Immediately there are like 8 or 9 cops hovering around. One comes up and tells us to get out of the car. "What are yall doing here" I thought this is a ridicules question with that giant ass melon rind setting there.
"Do you have any weapons or drugs in the car?"
"no"
Well there is no asking "can we search your car?" about three of them just have at it. Under the front seat they come up with a retort bong I had made in HS Chem class.
" I thought you said you didn't have any drugs"
"I don't, just a bong, I forgot it was under there." Then I come up with this amazing bullshit line " I only smoke at home, when I travel, I travel CLEAN."
He kind of scoffs at that and they continue searching the car for about another 10 min. During this time he keep's on asking like 30 more fucking times "Are there any drugs in the car?" Like all of the sudden I'm going to say "Ok Marshall Lucky, ya got me let me show you my secret compartment." Well they finally give up, not finding my quarter in the brake line compartment, but they take my prized retort bong with them.
As I was leaving I felt a sense of victory, at the same time thanking God they were a bunch of dumb shits who couldn't find my stash.
Earlier that day while we were out something just told me to empty my ash tray of the roaches, had about 6 or 7 in there. So at a stop light I just dumped them.
We had bought a watermelon, had it in the fridge, I said we'll go eat this watermelon somewhere. She said I know a neat little park not to far from here. So we head to the park with the watermelon, a salt shaker, and a knife. The park had a parking lot, and the gate was closed going into the park, so we sat on the curb eating melon. We finished eating and I left the melon on the curb with the salt shaker, we got back in the car just to sit for a few before we head back to the house. I had a brand new 84 Honda CRX. One thing I loved about the car was that there was a plastic cover right behind the emergency brake that came off so you could access the brake cables. The space was just about perfect for a 1/4 oz.
I had noticed a few minutes before, a squad car had driven by, didn't think much of it. I was just about to get out and clean up our mess and head out when FIVE, yes count them, FIVE FUCKING police cars come hauling ass into the parking lot to block us in. Immediately there are like 8 or 9 cops hovering around. One comes up and tells us to get out of the car. "What are yall doing here" I thought this is a ridicules question with that giant ass melon rind setting there.
"Do you have any weapons or drugs in the car?"
"no"
Well there is no asking "can we search your car?" about three of them just have at it. Under the front seat they come up with a retort bong I had made in HS Chem class.
" I thought you said you didn't have any drugs"
"I don't, just a bong, I forgot it was under there." Then I come up with this amazing bullshit line " I only smoke at home, when I travel, I travel CLEAN."
He kind of scoffs at that and they continue searching the car for about another 10 min. During this time he keep's on asking like 30 more fucking times "Are there any drugs in the car?" Like all of the sudden I'm going to say "Ok Marshall Lucky, ya got me let me show you my secret compartment." Well they finally give up, not finding my quarter in the brake line compartment, but they take my prized retort bong with them.
As I was leaving I felt a sense of victory, at the same time thanking God they were a bunch of dumb shits who couldn't find my stash.
