I think jsut about everytime I have been stopped, someone has had something, but nothing ever happens really. Except once.
My 2 friends, my brother and I were driving around after we had smoked at a lake in a park. My bro, a friend named Matt and I smoked a couple bowls walking around a lake one night. We had been doing this often, since it was a pretty good winter that year. While our other friend nailed his girl in her car in the parking lot, the three of us got high as hell. We would walk up to the car, throw acorns, call em, all sorts of fun stuff. When they were done we decided to go for a little drive. The guy driving was the one that got some ass, nice too, and he wanted to get high. He found a spot behind a church that dead ended, not far enough from the road for me though, and proceeded to pack a bowl in his 2 day old pipe. He did this through the sun roof on the roof of his car. ABout 5 minutes later, whaddya know?? A cop pulls up. We had enough time to get in everything in the car and start it. The cops got oud and said, "Where do you think your going boy?"
We got out, they sat us down, took our ounce and my first bong (had it 4 months) and his pipe. They put the weed in their jackets and my bong under the front seat. I think they were gonna use it...They were about to let us go when another two cars pulled up! One left, one stayed and we got searched. The cop that searched me was the guy that just showed up, a real ass. He said my boots looked like his sister's and he searched my junk for about 3 minutes, my balls were sore afterwards. All we had were picket knives, got them back, because the first cops took the weed. The called our parents and we went home. Got in a little trouble.
This last weekend we had a confrontation with a cop with 2 ounces and a halfempty bottle of Jack. My girl and I were tripping balls and both had to deal with the cop. He asked me if I wanted to live to be 22. She said he was nice, but he did let us go. He didn't even talk to my drunk ass friend riding shotgun. He was the one rolling the joint.
My 2 friends, my brother and I were driving around after we had smoked at a lake in a park. My bro, a friend named Matt and I smoked a couple bowls walking around a lake one night. We had been doing this often, since it was a pretty good winter that year. While our other friend nailed his girl in her car in the parking lot, the three of us got high as hell. We would walk up to the car, throw acorns, call em, all sorts of fun stuff. When they were done we decided to go for a little drive. The guy driving was the one that got some ass, nice too, and he wanted to get high. He found a spot behind a church that dead ended, not far enough from the road for me though, and proceeded to pack a bowl in his 2 day old pipe. He did this through the sun roof on the roof of his car. ABout 5 minutes later, whaddya know?? A cop pulls up. We had enough time to get in everything in the car and start it. The cops got oud and said, "Where do you think your going boy?"
We got out, they sat us down, took our ounce and my first bong (had it 4 months) and his pipe. They put the weed in their jackets and my bong under the front seat. I think they were gonna use it...They were about to let us go when another two cars pulled up! One left, one stayed and we got searched. The cop that searched me was the guy that just showed up, a real ass. He said my boots looked like his sister's and he searched my junk for about 3 minutes, my balls were sore afterwards. All we had were picket knives, got them back, because the first cops took the weed. The called our parents and we went home. Got in a little trouble.
This last weekend we had a confrontation with a cop with 2 ounces and a halfempty bottle of Jack. My girl and I were tripping balls and both had to deal with the cop. He asked me if I wanted to live to be 22. She said he was nice, but he did let us go. He didn't even talk to my drunk ass friend riding shotgun. He was the one rolling the joint.
(road smoke) from Detroit to.....& was pulled over & for a road inspection by the State Troops & given a ticket for failing it.. 
(dumb days) - learning to be cool under pressure is a virtue
We still laugh about it often.
