Arrest Stories & Close Calls

[cobalt]

sitting with friends smoking ina a car, one friend had 20 acid tabs on him an a half oz of hash. the police stop behind the car and get out, they notice the cigarette ends on the ground, my friend had dropped 2 tabs, then got arrested for the 20 still on him, oon the way to the station he pops the half oz in his mouth, but his mouth is so dry he can only manage to eat half of it. he hides the other half in the seat of the cop car.
what a state he was in when he got out about 6 hours later, tripping and stoned to the bone. £400 pound fine for possesion of 20 tabs.

 

[illin]

close call (long read)

close call (long read)

I was in a neighboring state camping along a river, me and a buddy and our ol ladies. Around dusk we drove down to the swimming hole to drink a few beers and smoke a hooter. I rolled one on the way and put the bag(bout an ounce) in the glove box. We proceeded to drink and fired up the J. There was a small clump of trees in the middle of the sandbar we were sitting on, and I heard a noise come from it. I tell my buddy and he says the imfamous line, "Dont be a pussy, HIT THAT!" Next thing I know a federal park ranger comes running out of the trees. I shove the doob as far down in the sand as I can. He gets to us and says,"Hows the smokin tonight?" I damn near busted out laughing. He proceeds to search our persons. We had nothing on us but a pack of zigzags.Then he asks for our ID's. I was the only one with one on me, the rest were in the car in theyre clothes, they had changed into theyre swimming clothes. I quickly chime in that they had changed AT THE CAMPGROUND and theyre ID's were there. My car was sitting ten feet away with my out of state tags and we were the only ones on the beach. He then decides he wants to search our campsite, I knew the campground was clean so I said I didnt care. He tries to tell me I have to go up there and I start defending my rights. "You have seen my ID and I am 21 you found nothing on me, I dont have to go anywhere. " He almost shits his pants, I believe it intimidated him to have someone know theyre rights. He then makes my friends walk to the campsite and folows in his truck, about a mile, carying the cooler and lawn chairs. As soon as he gets out of sight I jump in my car and grab the bag. I swam across the river and hid it about ten feet up the rok bluff. About a half our later they come back in the truck with my buddy in hancuffs. He wants to know who they are. Then my buddy says, "Oh the ID's, must be in the car." Again the warden looks as if he shit. "THE CAR! What car?" he says. "The one we drove down here in" I say,"you didnt think we carried that stuff down here did ya." He then searches the car finding nothing but the ID's. My buddies ol lady aint quite 21 so she got a ticket, he ran our names and we were clear.He knew he got played when he found out we had drove down there. He was young and fucked up. He never did ask us how we had got to the river. About midnight we walked down and retrieved my bag.

 

[Mackawber]

Back in "high" school many moons ago we went to a concert at the Town Auditorium. I forget who was playing but I think it was either Procol Harum or Queen. It was around 1973 or 1974.

Arriving at the venues parking lot we parked pretty much in the center of the lot. After turning the engine off I got out of the car and immedieatly noticed a commotion going on near us. Apparently, the town narcs were busting some folks and they were making a big to do of it---I heard screaming, saw people running and chasing and cops yelling and cursing at people to get back, shut up, the usual obnoxious stuff they do when they get carried away with themselves.

So as I'm watching this, I see a car coming around the corner. To my surprise it's my sister with her friends. They see me and steer towards me. As they get closer, my heart nearly stops---the car's cabin is clearly full of smoke and I can see their eyes all squinty looking and red. They are all laughing as they see me and I start to wave my hands and scream---NO!! NO!! Don't come here!! Go! Go!!! They just laughed even more and pulled up and parked next to me--between my car and the carload of people in the next parking spot who were being hauled away as they parked. I got in front of them and waved my hands---but it was too late, they shut the engine off and opened the doors. A huge stinky cloud of mexican dirt weed smoke came rolling out and I shrieked at all of them. I watched as the cops and their newly busted victims were leaving. If they had arrived 30 seconds earlier they would have been fresh bust meat for Johnny Law and Company. My sister and her freinds stood there in disbelief going "huh?' "say what"? as I told them what happened.

I've had other much worse (and funny) close calls. I will save them for my next thread.

 

[Exsequor]

I got busted chilling with some friends on a dirt road. Problem was we were all high, and we didnt realize the driver had taken us onto a county dirt road. Long story short, we were on the wrong side of the road as a cars lights reflect from a crest in the distance. As soon as I see the car I prepare for the worst (assuming it is a cop). Well just our luck it is, so on go the lights, he gets out of the car. Apparently he dosen't smell anything initially but suspects that we are high. He asks for our IDs, and we comply and he goes back to his car.

Well I knew the shit was gonna hit the fan when I saw two more cars pull up. We had about 80g's in the car in two sacks along with a bong and two pipes. So after waiting nervously for about 20-30 mins we see about 3-4 cops walking up including a drug dog. We all knew we were fucked then. The dog goes off on each side of the car, and they make us roll down all the windows and they take the keys out of the car. Mind you that the wind is up and it's probably 25 degrees outside already and we're all in the car freezing. So the driver who has a suspended license, a warrant, two different plates on the vehicle, and dosent have the car registered in his name gets completely searched including a cavity and is then cuffed. We are systematically taken out of the car and searched. We are then all held in cars for what seemed like another hour as they completely trash every part of the car. As they escort me to the car I hear them saying "this is what drugs do to you".

We were completely honest to the cops the entire time.

So anyways, long story short im lucky the cops at the sherrifs department werent complete douches and that I live in Colorado. The bong belonged to a 17 year old, and they let him off. I got charged with posession of under an ounce (summons - $100 fine), and didnt get a paraphanilia charge. The cops could not find the warrant out on the driver, and decided not to hold him, so he got stuck with driving without a license and posession.

All in all it was a terrible night, but I count my blessings cause it could have been a lot worse.

 

[James Morrison]

hmmm...heres a close call

(I do not condone any behavor in the followig story)

About 15 years ago a bunch of us decided to go catch Metallica in Canada. The night before we are all up railing vitamin C, so we get stopped at the border. I forgot my Licence and somthin else happened cant remember. He gives us a ticket and tells us to
pull over to be searched. Im freakin silently cause I got a gram of C in my little tiny pants pocket! But nobody else knows this....he he

They bring us in this room and Im flyin and strung out, the officer tells us to empty our pockets, I empty my back pocket and my straw comes out. I forgot I had it! He takes it and taps it on the table, like a gram falls out of it...lol. Hes like "whats this?"..I was like "you know what it is, I know what it is bro" So they take me to a private room for my own personal search. He brings me in and shows me this poster on the wall with my rights and all this stuff about Canada on it and tells me to read it and he'll be right back. So Im starrin at the fuckin thing actin all straight and legit, pretending to understand what Im looking at. He comes back and Im actin like Im just finnishin up. In reality I couldnt make out a fuckin thing. "Ok, ready" I say. I strip to boxers and the one cop puts on a rubber glove. Suddenly I started to realize the severity of my situation. Now my whole life is flashin before my eyes. You sobor up real fuckin fast when you see a rubber glove comin at you! He takes my pants and goes right for the pockets, Im thinkin "Im fucked!"..he wiggles his finger around..nuthin..back pockets and sides? nuthin...back to the little pocket that has my gram..NUTHIN! So he tells me to get dressed. They ended up lettin us go after harrassing us a little. As soon as we get out in the car, my buddies are like, "We knew you didnt have anything on you, we knew you werent stupid"! I yanked my gram out of my pocket like I just found the Holy Grail..you should have seen the looks on their faces....priceless!

Metallica rocked BTW!!!!

 

[Fire On High]

Not the most interesting story, but my closest call to date...

The other day I got pulled over. I was driving to the gas station and then to go pick up a sack. I had hardly any gas and in the interest of not running out, I only half stopped at a stop sign. There was a cop on the side street waiting for retards like me and he proceded to follow me once I got through the intersection.

My friend and I were pretty high and we had a bubbler and some weed in my glove box. My buddy took them out and moved them under the seat. The cop flashed his lights and I pulled over. He came up and asked for license/registration in the usual manner (like a complete dick). I cooperated and he didnt mention anything about me being high. I think part of it was that at the angle he was standing, the sun was in my eyes when I'd look up at him, so I naturally had to squint. Never been so happy not to be able to see.

After hassling me about not having an up to date proof of insurance and other nonsense, he wrote me a ticket. Im pissed about the ticket but happy not to also have gotten possesion and a dui.

Stay safe, FOH

 

[watermelon]

i was walking home from my friends house alone at around 3:00am. i take the same route i always take and have done for years, the place is dead and completely quiet.

i walk down an alley and about half way down a guy shouts at me from the end and shines a light right at me. its turns out its a copper, and he walks me to the other end of the alley where the other officer was waiting. aparently i look suspicious "diving" down an alley at night. i was just walking home FFS i wasnt even doing anything.

they serach me, but luckily i only have a small amount of weed and nothing overly incrimitating. earlier that day i had had an oz weighed up into seperates :s

so they took my weed and left me with all my posessions, which is lucky cuase i thought they were blatently going to take my spacecase. id hate to loose that thing.


the worst thing about the whole thing was the dickhead cops.one was all "i love drugs, but cant with the job", and even knew how a space case opens (baffles alot of people who see it fo rhte first time). the other was all "youl be on crack next. which is blatently all ballshit.



in the end i got away with a cuation and only lost a bit of weed. nothing serious, but i cant believe i got caught when all i was doing walking home. which is ridiculous considdering other dodgy things ive done.

 

[Pojaco]

This is (luckily) just a near-bust story.

Just the other night my friend and I are smoking in my car after we get off work. We're on the main floor of a parking garage, with a good view of both entrances. A cop comes rolling through one of the entrances, and I see him, but the car is still pretty hotboxed. I crack the windows just a little, start the engine, and stick the piece under my chair. He parks right behind us, preventing me from backing out.

The part that really scared me though was that he never got out of the car, and didn't turn on his spotlight. Since the car is already started and we're both in our work uniforms right outside of the restaurant we work at, I figure it won't be too hard to just pretend we were leaving work to go home. I put the car in reverse so the rear lights will come on, and he slowly continues on his way. Needless to say we don't blaze in the garage anymore, too risky.

My recommendation to everyone is just have a plan whenever you're tokin', so you can think quick on your feet and play everything cool.

 

[thirdgreywolf]

a sad day

a sad day

hey everyone, hope everyone is well stoned, i aint cause some time ago now a "concerned citzen, low down dirty snake" decided to call crimestoppers and let the local ds know that they suspected i was a grower, crimestoppers pay informants in the uk so you get the pic,

i was at work when i got a call from my wife, the ds were in my house looking for my plants, i rushed home and by the time i got there the first cop to go up my ladder had crashed back down to the floor, they were my special ladders "2 clicks, always 2 clicks never 1, they dont work with 1 click" i let him know while tryin not to laugh at him rubbing his head,

my grow was tight, i thought, false walls the lot, hidden entry, sealed and carbon scrubbers, very little noise, my plan had always been to try throwing them of a bit with a bag of stalks and another of fan leaves i had kept, so after i fixed the ladder 2 ds headed up and i directed them from below to the decoys, as they looked in the bags 1 shouted down "we got im sarge" fuck me come on guys a bit of originality would have been better i thought, so 1 cop comes down with the decoys and she and "sarge" seamed happy enough with my used to grow story, surely im not gonna get away with this i thought, for about 10 secs, till smart arse up stairs decides no theres something still here, he new it, so he calls me up and another follows, me and 2 cops standing in my tiny loft and they still cant find it, smart arse tells me hes gonna start wrecking the place and to give it up, so as i uncovered my secret door and open it up its like the glowing box from "pulp fiction" once the girls get an early wake up,

so i was caught, what a feeling, 3 months of loving care and attention going past me in brown paper bags, i gotta give these guys a little credit though because they were there for one reason only, because of the crimestoppers call, they had little interest in busting and taking away a personal grower/tokers garden,

my story is over now, after nearly a year of it hanging over me, i got a heavy fine and im still paying, so my grow wasnt as tight as i thought and trusted guys became slack mouthed f**ks, but that too was my own doing, what we do has got to be kept to yourself no matter how much you think you trust people, it only takes 1 guy to start the downfall of your grow, could be you, could be a drunken mate, could be a upwardly heading council inspector, who knows,

tried to keep it short but i guess im still pretty pissed at, as one cop put it "takin the beer from my fridge if i was a drinker" ......................stay lucky

 

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i have had a few close calls.

1- when i was 14 years old i got an 8ths of some nice bud. me and about 20 friends from school used to go to this park bench and create a huge park party. we would ring loads more people and tell them to bring booze. after about 2 hours we saw a police car pull up in the carpark near the bench, alot of people of people ran because we were all underage for drinking. i had 6 nice sized pre-rolled joints in a pencil case in my bad.

the police ran over towards the bench where there were about 20 people leftm nost my main friends after alot of the other people ran. these 3 policemen searched all of our bags, stole all of our alcohol. took 4 beers and a small bottle of vodka from my bag and took out my pencilcase. he asked me what was in the pencil case so i just just pens for school and he just left it there on the bench. once they left me and the stoners from the group got incredible stoned...good times...

2- when i was about 16 i went to a house party about 8 miles away, i took an 8ths and smoked abit there. i had to walk home for some reason. i got within about 1 mile of my house when a police car pulls up next to me. they asked what im doing walking home at this time of the night so i say i was supposed to stay round a friends but i couldnt in the end. they asked where i was going and ended up giving me a lift home. one of them said jokingly 'you dont have anything your not supposed to have in your bag are you?' so i just said'nah' and laughed it off. they were well cool because as they got to my road they said, 'do you want us to drop you off at the end of your road so you parents dont get worried'. they were very cool people.

3- when i was 16 i had just finished one of my first grows, it was a huge sativa planted in a field. i had alot of bud so i was showing off abit by bring some out with a few friends. we went down this random cul-di-sac road and at the bottom i rolled a fatty. i sparked it up and had a few tokes, then i passed it to my friend and as i passed it a police car came down the road out of nowhere. all 3 of us were just standing behind a while in plain veiw as they were turning around at the bottom of the road. the second they came down my friend was like, what shall i do with it(he was very scared). so i said, throw it over the wall. he threw it but because he was so scared for some reason he missed and it just hit the wall and fell to the ground. they were watching the whole time. so i quickly grabbed it and threw it over.

the weirdes thing about this story is even though we were incredible obvious, the police just turned around went went back up the road even after watching this whole thing. why else would 3 guys just be standing at the bottom of the road acting all weird and freaked out when they came....????

nowadays i just smoke at home or in the countryside

 

[Guest]

lol man page those are good stories...dont have any to share. thank god lol. A lot of cops are cool, but we also got asshole cops too...

 

[IdntknowMarlbro]

alright, I got a story that scared the shit out of me. So lucky so lucky, lol.

first time growin was living with one good buddy, small upper.
my buddy was smoking a cig on the balcony, in the back. He is the type of person that does it before he thinks about it and after he was done smoking he threw his cig on the balcony floor, im assuming he thought he put it out with his foot. but anyway
chillin... acutally had some wierd feeling at the time...but chillin cuz im stoned.....our neighbour comes over asking us
"you guys know about the fire?"
"what fire?"
"on the balcony!"

.000023 seconds later, my friend and i are looking at this giant fire on our balcony.
we ran so fast to see this recliner that was out there caught on fire from the cig.
we grabbed the flaming recliner we little thinking and threw it over.
this thing was starting to get really out of control.
it took over 20 mins of water from the hose to take out just recliner on the grass.
whole house would of been gone. and we would of be fuuuuccckkkkkeeeddd.

but the neighbours called the fighter department, which i dont blame them. but, I had some ladies in the small upper.
started thinkin about that and walked away, called a friend to be picked up quick. Also had a warranty out tho, for an unpaid ticket. wasnt sure if the cops were coming but didnt want to risk it. before i left, i kinda blocked off my room a little.

thankfully by the time the firefighters came we had it under control. and they pretty much didnt do anything. didnt even come in.
they even joked about how they were hoping to see some action. lol.

 

[arcversicoloris]

My arrest story:

So I had just moved to Hershey PA to live with my boyfriend and while out shopping we decided to pull over into a side street to chill out since we were tired. Well, 5 minutes later the police show up saying they received a phone call about suspicious behavior in the vehicle. (We had not been smoking) He asked us if we had narcotics in the car, we lied and denied having any. He then told us the K9 unit would be arriving. Shit luck, they actually did. We handed over our 6 gs, and they had the dog sniff around the car and found my pipe and our bong.

That was about 8 months ago and I'm going to court February 5 ,
And of COURSE I don't even live there anymore. :/

 

[Capt.Ahab]

Two different stories for me....
About 22 years ago I went to a Grateful Dead show in Worcester Ma.
We had a good preshow session out in the parking lot and I managed to score some good acid,which I promptly dosed myself with.
After the show I left the concert and while walking back to my buddies apartment I crossed the street and cut a corner across the yard of a post office. Next thing I know I am being tackled to the ground and handcuffed.
The fuzz searched my pockets and found nothing, as my friends had all the weed and shit with them. They asked me a bunch of questions and although I was trippin ' I thought I was doing pretty good. Well not good enough.
To make a long story short, after spending the night in jail with some other deadheads I ended up in court facing a federal trespassing charge for going on the post property after hours. SUCK!
I hope I never have to go back to that shithole city.
I plead guilty and paid my fines.
That Fed. charge has come back to bite me in the ass a couple times,including last time I came back into the states from the 'dam.
I got a good questioning session last time. One of the customs guys was a Dead fan and when I explained the story about crossing the post office lawn he kinda chuckled and then they let me go. He said that charge pops up whenever they scan my passport and the only reason that I dont get questioned every time is because its such an old rap.

Another story involves my friends and I during high school.
We were out in the woods behind the school smoking a big bowl full of what was probably mexi. schwag and all of a sudden the local police chief comes out of the bushes and grabs the bowl.
Im sure we all looked like stunned deer in the headlights.
He asks if we have seen a kid run by in his underwear. We didnt know what to say! He said a 12 year old kid had run away from an orphanage down the street and he didnt have any clothes on.
"Nope didnt see any kid"
The chief then looked at the bowl which was still smoking in his hand and in a quick move, taps it out really hard on one of my buddies forehead, gives me the bowl and tells us to call the police if we see the kid.
That was actually pretty cool of him, now that I think about it. He had us cold.That was 30 years ago and times were different, I guess.

 

[Truth]

Busted as a teenager..

Busted as a teenager..

It was a dark warm summer night in the Appalachians, I was walking down an old country road. I was headed for my usual dealer...an old man that grew his own, he carried the best around and always gave you more than you paid for. He was even kind enough to trade things...such as pocket knives, things of little value. I was walking down the road, in front on the church there was a man in a hoodie.. I thought to myself, it is probably a guy I go to school with, no worries. I walk down the road, and turn the corner, and knock on his sliding glass door. He lets me in. He reached into his safe, and I trade a switchblade for a fat joint of some of the sweetest home grown there is to be had. As I am walking back down the same way I came, there is an officers bronco down the road by the church, the guy that was sitting in front of the church when I initially passed by was talking to him, but he was also pointing...pointing at me. I kept walking like nothing had happened, as I was on foot and could not have gotten far either way. The guy walks off afterwards, I have my hands in my pockets clutching the joint. I continue walking calmly, though I know something is up. The officers vehicle is facing the same direction as I am, he drives off and take a left. I continue walking until I reach the church, and he drives up behind me. Immediately, he gets out of the vehicle and throws me up against the car. He tries to handcuff me, but I struggle, this gives me enough time to pop the joint in my mouth while he was worrying about grabbing my other arm, and since it is dark, and lack of street lights, he could not see me do so. Immediately after I stuck the joint in my mouth, I began to chew. it was rolled tightly, and very packed, so it was not easy to chew at all. He handcuffed me, and began searching me, I had plenty of pockets to go through. All I had on me was a little roach clip, which used to be some type of clamping tool, but not the usual variety. I was then thrown into the back of the vehicle and taken to the police station. It was there where I realized why I was arrested. They layed out a paper, and said 'If you sign this we will make it all go away'. They kept asking me every other question or so 'SO how many joints did you have on you?' My reply was always 'None'. He just sat at his desk and smiled. They wanted me to sign papers that basically said I bought from that guy, so they could use it against him. They had been watching him, but had no proof of what he was doing. They messed up however, they told me, 'we already have a stack of papers signed'. well I thought, if they did...then why would they need me? maybe because they think I am a weak minded child? yes. I told them I would need to think about it, but I needed a cigarette. They happily gave me one(I was under 18). Of course, I just said it so they would give me a cigarette. I Smoked it in their office, and told them No after I was done. They did some paperwork, and sent me home(with 8ft tall plants in the backyard). I was to be summoned to court later on possession, and for tampering with evidence(a felony charge). The public defender tried to get me to plead guilty. There was no way I was going to have a felony on my record. The case was over surprisingly quick. First, they did not have evidence of possession, so therefore, I could not have tampered with evidence, since there is no evidence. However, the public defender was reluctant go down that road. They just hoped for me to plead guilty to charges, and be done with it. However, they knew they did not have proof. The officer that arrested me was present, and when asked to bring forth evidence, he could not. The guy basically embarrassed himself in front of the entire court. I was in the court room for under 20 minutes.

NOTE: he never read me my rights or identified himself when arresting me(I could have by all rights fought back), and by giving me a cigarette, contributing to delinquency of a minor. One thing I do know, is it wasn't about the pot...it was about the money, and meeting arrest quota's.

 

[The End Is Near]

Sounds like a cool ass guy. Good thing you didn't rat him out. Make sure to give him a heads up on these nazis in training.

 

[I Used To Grow]

not much to do bout the herb but her's my jail story..happned on a fri. the 13th a few years ago...lol..

I was getting ready for work at 5..kids come n####r knocking me and my girls door..I go downstairs...look at them through their lving room window laughing and staring and pointing..then i just fucking lost it...punched right through the glass and shattered the window...wow...stupidest..scariest ..nova..jeezus

 

[I Used To Grow]

 

[I Used To Grow]

my man..HK...accounts recievable..BYATCCHHH

 

[Dr.Snow]

Okay, so I was living in Georgia (respect to all the SouthEast growers, cops are fucking nazis down there) and one night I went out barhopping for my friend's twenty first birthday. At the time it had been my habit to throw two joints in my cigarette pack whenever I went out for the night and this night was no exception. Upon meeting up with my good friend, we fired up the first joint and headed down to the local dive. We hung around this one bar for several hours at least (they had the best jukebox in town) and I happen to overhear a fellow a few feet away complaining about how long it had been since he had smoked any decent weed, how his guy never came through, etc. I went on and finished my drink, but on the way out the door I walked up to the guy, handed him my joint of some fine headies (way better than what this town sees 99% of the time), and walked out the door. Anyway, we ended up at this one bar I would normally never been seen at to meet some people, and they had this fat faced bouncer that looked like he should be living under a bridge in a fairy tale. As soon as I walked in I could tell he was eager to hassle me. Anyway, he asked to search me before going in and when I refused he used me arguing with him as an excuse to search me anyways. The first thing he grabbed was my cigarette pack! only to find ZERO joints, thanks to my random generosity earlier! Had there been even .1g I would have definently been in the paddy going downtown in cuffs for the night (it's happened before, for .3g). I've never felt good karma so actively in action, and I've never been so glad to have given away pot!