• Close Encounters of the Durg Kind
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[IMG]http://i61.tinypic.com/30wo0ms.png[/IMG] We've all had them before, whether it was the police, your parents, your dog, a homeless man. You're really fucking high, in possession of drugs, or doing something you know you shouldn't be doing, and somebody walks up to you at the worst moment imaginable. Or maybe you've taken too many drugs, or you're simply too high. Whatever situation you find yourself in, you didn't see it coming. What happens next is up to you. These are those stories. This is one of my encounters. [quote]Here's a few important details leading up to the following events. Most of the day we were playing basketball in the driveway and smoking green from a pipe, which we had been stashing in the electrical box right next to the front door. During the last bowl we had smoked we were debating on smoking the fairly large pile of kief that had been collecting at the bottom of the grinder for the past few months but we decided to save it for brownies. A decision I will always regret. Another important piece of info would be the two hookahs hidden in this weird trap door thing in the outside part of the chimney. One last note is about my friend, we'll call him Chuck. Chuck has been selling green for a while now and had just reupped the same day. Now fast forward to later on that night, at the same place. The time is about 10PM, me and my buddies are just hanging out at a friends, drinking beer and smoking. It's just another night, everything seems usual. After a while one of my friends says his goodbyes and gets in his car to drive off into the night, but before he can even get down the road to have an officer question his BAC (don't worry he only had 1 beer), he somehow manages to run over probably the only nail in the road and blow his tire right in the middle of the street! Flat tires are always a bummer, so we decide to give him a hand to speed up the process. Unfortunately for him he's stuck with those shitty jack and tire iron combos that come with your car. He's already frustrated and pissed because he just got this tire put on, so he starts cursing and throws the tire iron onto the pavement and we quickly try to calm him down because it's getting pretty late and people are trying to sleep. This is when we had our encounter. Out of seemingly nowhere, we see green and red lasers, which we think is some prank by another friend. I look down at my chest and there's a green laser dot on it like it's a gun! I was ready to have a good laugh with whoever the prankster was, but this was quickly cut short by a deep, very angry sounding voice shouting "Get down on the fucking ground, we'll shoot! Get down NOW!" At this point I almost have a fucking heart attack, and then I see them. They looked like commandos, I can honestly say 'Police' wasn't the first thing to come to my mind for some reason, but then again I was just terrified about the fact that a bunch of guys with AR-15's just jumped out of the fucking woods. That's insane! I gotta hand to them they were good. Before you could say "jumpin jack flash" the fuckers were on us, from the woods to our asses in 5 seconds flat. Never in a million years would I have ever guessed a thing like this would happen. It just goes to show, [i]always[/i] expect the unexpected. Anyways, here we are, face down in the middle of the street with a SWAT team pointing assault rifles and tasers at the back of our heads. It was like I had entered the Twilight Zone, this shit was just unreal, I'd say I was in shock almost. I've never experienced anything of this magnitude before, it was a thrill ride that's for sure. It was a little fun in an adrenaline junky kind of way. From the utter shock of the situation the cigarette I was smoking fell out of my mouth and landed right at my feet. I accidentally laid down on it when they confronted us, I started to feel a warm sensation around my stomach and realized my mistake. I reached for it and tried to swat it away as quickly as I could out of reflex, which is obviously a bad a idea considering the situation. I didn't take the time to think the police would find this as an act of aggression and assume I was reaching for something, possibly a gun. Luckily all that happened was one of the officers stomped on my back and pointed a rifle at the back of my head and yelled "Stop! Boy what the fuck is the matter with you, what the hell are you reaching for?" I didn't say anything, again out of shock and fear and just continued to lay motionless on the ground. At this point they stand us up, sit us on the curb, and tell us what's going on. Apparently somebody had snitched on my friend, and they knew right where to go to inside the house. They searched us and patted us down, then continued on with their mission. Strangely they didn't have a warrant, and after around 15 minutes of threatening my friend and his mother, telling her she would loose her job if they didn't let her search the home, threatening to get dogs, etc., they let them in despite better judgement. A marked car shows up for backup and to watch us as the SWAT team searches their home. Eventually they find everything, which was some deep shit for Chuck. Luckily they didn't find anything outside despite it being plainly obvious, not that it would matter much anyways, paraphernalia is the least of his worries at this point. After a while they let us go and haul good ol' Chuck off to jail for processing. God bless him, he hasn't been the same since. His then-recent anxiety prior to the incident has gotten a lot worse after the fact, and I can't say I blame him. On top of everything I never got to enjoy that righteous pile of THC, it's a damn shame. I'm pretty tired, there's a little bit more to this story that I might post later, but this was the main series of events that unfolded that night.[/quote] Have you recently had a close encounter?
HOLY SHIT! I always heard stories of police being excessive towards drug busts, and I guess its true! Legalize it all! Anyway, the only think I've ever done was pass an empty bowl around the gym we were sitting in during school. Nothing really happened. I once threw a bag of fake coke (obviously fake, like really bad) at some kids at lunch.
My sister and I once drove out to some church parking lot to light up a few bowls. Had the windows down and took some huge hits and we were coughing mad. Some lady comes up to us and is like "are you two okay?" and I totally played it cool and was like "yeah, we just have a cold, we came out here to enjoy the sunshine and pray." She totally bought it too, she ended up driving away after that, and I shouted after her "praise Jesus!" I only realized later my pipe was on the dash the whole time, but I don't think she noticed. We laughed for a solid 20 minutes about it after.
Driving my friend and his buddy around to a location to smoke. 1/2 a mile from location, my friend was a dumbass and called some bicycler a bitch randomly. Bicycler/Biker is 18-20 years old white male with a cheap mountain bike. We park at location, because my friend just picked up for him and a few people, he asks to use my scale and he sets it on the floor of the car and starts weighing it. Knock on the window. Friend says to pull away, just about to do that, but then changes his mind and opens the his window. Bicycler is pissed off for being called a bitch. Friend decides offering a gram sized piece as a bribe is good idea. Sketches out Biker, as if he knew nothing about weed, doesn't want it. Everyone gets out of the car. Shit talking between my group and biker. Biker tries to hold face as tough guy, asks my friend for name, says he has my license plate. I decide maybe a joke might defuse this situation, say that "He doesn't have window privileges anymore in my car." Biker acts like a dick to me still trying to be tough. Finally fucks off and bikes away. Lady walking dog walks by is friendly and says hi. We get back into my car and get the hell out of there. Fuck liabilities, when I'm driving I want as little attention as possible. That situation could have gone to shit in so many ways. Glad the guy knocking wasn't a police officer about to nail us for distribution charges. The biker was also dumbass thinking it was a good idea to approach us solo and just kept seeming more sketchy. Glad he didn't have gun or get in a fight, or the lady didn't walk by during all this and call the police. If my friend doesn't learn from this and won't respect my paranoia that keeps me out of shit after an event like this then he's dead to me. Also not going to bring my scale around unless I need it and have a damn good hiding place, as its a stupid way to get dinged and a car is not a place to weigh things. At least I'm not weighing things out on a bus [sp]SHOTS FIRED http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1412733 [/sp]
Once I was hanging out with some of my friends, we were heading over to one of their houses to smoke some weed out of his very nice glass pieces. I was in possession of the weed before I left home so I took all of it with me in a jar in a bag (it was about 1.5 ounces). The bag was a cloth grocery bag with a plastic button type thing you can press together to close the opening. Before we went to my friend's house we decided to go see my old house. Then a police car shows up, parks beside us, and two cops come out. We were all internally screaming because if they were to ask us what is in the bag my friend is holding we'd get arrested as we had of a felony amount of weed in there. They just were making sure we weren't causing trouble because there was apparently a surge in car thefts in the area. After we told them we were gonna be leaving in a minute they wished us a pleasant night and drove off. Scared the hell out of us but when we got to my friend's place we climbed on top of a mossy rock and got really fucking high so it was all good.
Was walking round the park at night with a mate, we start getting followed by this massive group. We decided it was best to come off the path and chill somewhere they cant see us, so we nip round the corner by the bowling green and bun up a spliff. Few minutes later we see torches from the path we just came off. Obviously we shit ourselves a little bit but we carry on till they disappear, thinking we're ok. BOOM torch round the corner right in the face "OI what are you doing" We shit ourselves and hurry off round the corner again trying to work out what the fuck we're gonna do. They follow and stop us, turns out it was the police trying to get that group we saw before. We get searched and find 2g each we'd literally just bought, hadnt even took a smoke from it. They asked what I had in my backpack, "juice boxes, crisps and rubbish", "bullshit let me see" So they have a look "Oh... its just.. ok have it back" They also complimented the spliff we'd just smoked, saying they could smell it from the entrance to the park 500 meters away :v: Ended with a street caution, no fines or anything; Got to keep my tin, grinder and the like [editline]1st August 2014[/editline] I genuinely don't think I've ever shit myself harder than that
I remember being at a party, it got to around 2am so me and some guy were playing shogun 2 in the living room while weed/mdma was going round and all we heard suddenly was police radios. Looking at each other like "FUCK" we tell everyone to hide the shit and we answer the door. The two policemen walk in and instantly he says "smells hazey in here boys". We're all internally bricking it and he just said to us that we needed to keep the music down a bit because neighbours were complaining about noise! After letting the two rozzers out we sit back down and there was a joint in the ash-tray right in front of them the entire time that he may (or may not have) noticed.
This is a nice idea for a thread. Okay so I was experimenting with magic truffles and my uncle came home early, told me he came back from a big ass festival and showed me pics of people in carnival outfits.. couldn't stop laughing. It got worse when he gave me a booklet of the activities on said festival.. I remember just blankly staring at the pages because I didn't understand what to do with it. Oh yeah during all of that I had this weird furhat on in the middle of summer. ~ Second one goes way back, I was about 16 and me n my former gf just bought a hash jay from a friend. We toking away at the local petting zoo enjoying the animals doing their thing, 2 cops on bikes show up out of nowhere. Gf put the burning joint in my trowser pocket.. meanwhile I'm chatting with the cops about random bullshit. I saw the younger one of them notice something and the conversation switched to IS KEN FROM BARBY GAY? while smoke was raising from my tshirt and trowsers. Bit through the pain of the hot joint burning my upper leg and after a horrible 5 minutes the cops continued on their way, it left me with a fist sized hole in my shorts and a big fat blister on my leg.
4 summers ago, when I was 16, I stayed a few days with an old friend who moved 40 miles away to a small, upper-middle class neighborhood that was riddled with pine forests. He's a pretty reckless guy-- so reckless that his mom would hide the back and front door keys away at night-- but we knew how to have fun, so it didn't stop us from sneaking out of a front window at 2am to walk to a dealer's house 2 miles away. Problem was: we could only walk on a small, secluded, 2-way road for over a mile to get to the dealer's side of the neighborhood. Getting there was no big deal. The real fun started when we were walking back blazed with half an ounce of some fine mids on us. The road became a nerve-wrecking stretch; we kept diving into the pine forest aside us every time we saw a white vehicle incoming. Luckily, we made it back to our cul-de-sac and scooped up a couple of girls on the way, who sneaked out of a neighbor's house. Instead of returning inside, we walked straight to the backyard to roll one. It was 4am by this point. Now, as you can imagine, a group walking through an upper-middle class neighborhood at 4am is sketchy as shit. What's worse is that my friend had bad relations with every fucking neighbor in the vicinity. Only a few hits were taken before we heard vehicles from the front of the house. Then car doors began shutting. Then we heard radios. We already knew what's up, but we were in a pretty sticky situation (eheheh). The back door was still locked, there's pine foliage all over the ground for potential noise, and the front of the backyard was only secluded by a [i]3ft picket fence[/i]. My boy chucked the half-ounce into a pile of leaves, and we hid behind each of his 1.5ft-wide pine trees just before 3-4 flashlights began peeking into the backyard. I thought we were done for, but the skinny pine trees somehow saved our asses. After 5 minutes, they finally gave up and fucked off. We stayed incognito for another 5 before running for the front kitchen window. We didn't even retrieve our bag until daylight, and his mom never found out. I'll probably never get that lucky again.
I was on shrooms and was walking through my yard to my front door when my neighbor who's a friendly old black guy comes out and asks me if I can come help move something in their house. I froze solid and just stared at him for what seemed like an eternity and said "Uhhhhh no sorry I need to answer the phone", then quickly went inside. After I shut the door I was so relieved I made it lol
Oh man here we go, this evening, we went and got stoned up on this hill in this richey woodsy neighborhood, and then as we begin to leave, there goes our front right tire, it went flat and ripped open. About 45 minutes an hour later two cop cars roll up and apparently were looking for someone up there that wasn't us... however, my friend had some oxys on him, and I had 5 oxys and 9 xanax on me and I'm like "well fuck, somehow they're gonna smell weed and I'm gonna be searched" but, they didn't, and while the cops were up the hill, I stuffed my shit in my shoe, as did my friend, and we worked together to try to get the tire fixed, but to no avail, none of us, even the officer couldn't get it fixed, so he called us a tow truck. Lol he asked us if we were smoking or doing drugs and we're just like "no not at all" haha
there was one time where a smoked a whole bunch at a friend's then came home and was laying down listening to music in my room when my mum walked right in this sounds normal, but i don't live with my mom. she had just randomly shown up at my house and came in while i was baked out of my mind listening to music. she just looked at me and said "ffstudios, can you turn your music down a little?" and i just kinda stared at her for a few seconds then was like "sure". then she looked at me and said "are you high?" and i said yes and she laughed so it was all okay in the end [editline]2nd August 2014[/editline] i can't stress how bizarre it was to have my mum drive 45 minutes to the house out of the blue and then just walk into my room unannounced :v
[QUOTE=FFStudios;45569104]there was one time where a smoked a whole bunch at a friend's then came home and was laying down listening to music in my room when my mum walked right in this sounds normal, but i don't live with my mom. she had just randomly shown up at my house and came in while i was baked out of my mind listening to music. she just looked at me and said "ffstudios, can you turn your music down a little?" and i just kinda stared at her for a few seconds then was like "sure". then she looked at me and said "are you high?" and i said yes and she laughed so it was all okay in the end [editline]2nd August 2014[/editline] i can't stress how bizarre it was to have my mum drive 45 minutes to the house out of the blue and then just walk into my room unannounced :v[/QUOTE] Your mom calls you ffstudios?
have you really never seen someone substitute their real name for their username before? lol
Standing in a crowded city bus for 30 minutes, on LSD, trying to stop myself from a giggle fit. Not particularly fun.
[QUOTE=fox '09;45575022]Standing in a crowded city bus for 30 minutes, on LSD, trying to stop myself from a giggle fit. Not particularly fun.[/QUOTE] I had literally the same experience a few weeks back. Except one of us was sketching out, i was off with the faeries and the other was too focused on it his feet to be incriminating.
Mostly not drug related, but definitely was a close call to ruining my weekend plans, also was posted in addicts lounge. Last night I was driving to my friends house, didn't have anything other than a jar with possibly residue and was pulled over. First was going about 48-50 mph in a 40 where I'm used to everyone speeding there, matching my speed to the car in front of me. Road drops to 35, and we both proceed at same pace. Then I see a car without its lights on by the car in front of me, I get on the brakes and go past the police car. He turns on his lights and both me and the car in front pull over. Officer says I was going 54 in a 35, I deny it, and say I was watching my speedometer and was not going the fast, ask if the guns been calibrated recently. He goes back to his car runs the info comes back gives me a verbal warning, there is nothing on my record, I say I will drive slower and pull away slowly and cautiously. Quarter of a mile past there on the other side of the road I see 4 cars pulled over. I got very lucky there, but I'm wondering what he really clocked me if at all. That really sent my anxiety and stress to shit as I was pretty convinced I was getting a ticket and so I'd be turning back to go home not wanting to continue with my plans and get in more trouble for not telling my parents earlier.
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A while back someone tried to swat me while I had a scale, bunch of baggies, and a large amount of DMT strewn across my desk. I was already sketched out while this was happening because I'm always sketched out when dealing with anything that can be visibly confirmed for being illegal. So once I heard the knock at the door everything was in a film cannister before they could even announce themselves as being police. Once they said police I ran as fast as I fucking could to the bathroom to flush all of it, then I went to go get the door. [quote] "Hello, we got a call that there's a schizophrenic person here with a gun trying to kill himself. Are you going to kill yourself?" "no" "Ok have a nice night". [/quote] and thats how to lose a large amount of money in a very small amount of time
[QUOTE=de;45579323]A while back someone tried to swat me while I had a scale, bunch of baggies, and a large amount of DMT strewn across my desk. I was already sketched out while this was happening because I'm always sketched out when dealing with anything that can be visibly confirmed for being illegal. So once I heard the knock at the door everything was in a film cannister before they could even announce themselves as being police. Once they said police I ran as fast as I fucking could to the bathroom to flush all of it, then I went to go get the door. and thats how to lose a large amount of money in a very small amount of time[/QUOTE] Better safe than sorry man; that's how I'd look at that.
I like to fuck with the police when I'm high
[QUOTE]I remember being at a party, it got to around 2am so me and some guy were playing shogun 2 in the living room while weed/mdma was going round and all we heard suddenly was police radios. Looking at each other like "FUCK" we tell everyone to hide the shit and we answer the door. The two policemen walk in and instantly he says "smells hazey in here boys". We're all internally bricking it and he just said to us that we needed to keep the music down a bit because neighbours were complaining about noise! After letting the two rozzers out we sit back down and there was a joint in the ash-tray right in front of them the entire time that he may (or may not have) noticed.[/QUOTE] That nice cop sounds way different than the Nazis that raided the first guy who posted.
Probably my craziest night at EF. I suck at telling stories btw. It's the second day at Electric Forest, me and my buddies head into the forest at about 8 pm. Set up our hammocks and take our tabs, I took 3. Chill and smoke for a while then head to the 2nd stage to watch STS9. I wind up smoking what I thought was weed, it turned out to be opium (which I found out the next day). Chill for a while and then eat a .3 of molly. Bad idea. Candyflippingmyfuckingballsoff. I have a mini freak out and my buddy walks me towards the back. We wind up going back to camp after a while, take the long way to burn off energy. Get back to camp and take dabs to calm down. Buddy falls asleep and I decide to go to the bathroom. Get to the bathroom no problem. I check 2 doors and they are both locked. Somehow I thought this meant there was a line and started standing there waiting for someone to come out of the bathroom. Now, theres only 1 other person standing there and after a few minutes he told me he wasn't waiting in line. I was like Oh fuck im obliterated and laughed about it. So, I take a piss and start walking back. I wind up getting lost for about an hour trying to find my campsite, which blends in with the thousands of other tents there. Get back, lay in our neighbors hammock tripping for a few more hours and fall asleep. T'was a good night.
Imagine a younger Cpn Crunch, about 20 years old and was smoking weed for about a year at the time. Had invested in a stash box complete with 3 pipes (two of them belonging to my friends since my place at the time was the only safe smoke spot), a nice grinder, a small bong, a fresh pickup of about a quarter, and a couple of other things to pack, scrape, you get the idea. It is autumn at the time and it had been a tough week of school for my friend so we decide to smoke for the weekend. There was one problem though, my sis was going to be visiting during the weekend and there would be no way for us to toke at my place. My family doesn't know I smoke and I'm pretty sure neither did my friends' parents. A little bummed we start to brainstorm places to smoke at. We consider my friend's place since it was the place we originally toked for the first time, but if his younger brother found out it would spell trouble, even though his parents are cool with it they can't be ok with the older smoking while the younger had to quit because well he was too young at the time. After some more thinking, another friend suggests we smoke at the lake in the neighborhood. He told us how he went there with a friend from college and that there was no one there to bother us. It made sense, it was fall and people weren't really going there anymore to fish so being that it was my stash and shit I gave it my blessing. This would be our first time smoking in public, up until then we stuck to each other's houses. Anyway, weekend comes around and the four of us plan a way of going to the lake, toking then returning back to my friend's place, while pretending to have gone to the store or something just to keep suspicion from his parents. We head out in his car (only like a block or two away) to the spot with everything, box, bong, fucking everything. This is where shit goes wrong. First of all there is only 1 single street from the lake parking area to the main road back. There is a line of houses along this street so people can see when people drive down to the lake lot. Second, there is a little cul-de-sac just before the lot, the lot is basically down this mini dirt ramp into a clearing for cars to park. Being nightime and the fact that for some reason my friend driving had no idea about the small dirt ramp, he parks in the cul-de-sac thinking it was where we were stopping (which is significantly closer and in sight of the houses on the street). After a min of bickering we finally drive down to the proper spot and set up. During this time a car from one of the houses leaves. Now I don't know if they saw us but it gave me a bad feeling that people were still awake and alert enough to see us doing shit. Stupidly I again ignore my instincts and figure, fuck it we're good. Once in the area we get our shit together, take our hits from the bong, do eyedrops, and eventually make our way back home. We get in the car and I shit you not it turns into stereotypical movie mode where the good guys are making their escape up the only exit only to see the villain come down that single street escape route with its lights blaring. Basically as we drove up the street a cop had entered the street and immediately pulls us over. When I saw the cop car I knew we were fucked, because I knew no cop would just immediately pull someone over like this without there being an obvious reason behind it. By the way we were immediately stopped I knew it was because some asshat decided to call the cops on us, even though we didn't make any noise, hurt anyone or bothered anyone. This wasn't an ordinary stop where you could play dumb and just get your ticket and leave, this was a cop who got called to 'suspicious activity' and was bent on doing an investigation. It was because of this I decided not to stick to being silent because I knew damn well they would either squeeze it out of one of my friends or worse decide to charge all of us if we didn't talk, cooperate, etc. Officer walks over to the driver side, talks to my friend and immediately says how he can smell the weed. Mind you everything is in the trunk but then again it could've easily been from my friends breath. Since we were all very high from just taking the hits I decided not to try and tell my friends what to say because I knew it would be hard for them to stick to a story, and everyone was really nervous. The officer asks for some backup while he asks my friend, the driver, to step out and tell him everything. Now I'm the only non-white person of my friends, so I knew if the drugs were lead to me they wouldn't have been so lenient. Backup arrives and the three of us are still in the car while my friend is questioned. After telling the cop it is all his and handing it all over to him, we asks us to come out and questions us, surprisingly all at the same time, as we all were placed by the hood. We tell him our age, that we go to college, and that we live in the neighborhood. This was probably our saving grace since we could walk home, we seemed like decent kids, and were of the neighborhood so no one had to be taken home in a police car. Now I'm pretty sure my friend told them it was my stuff but then claimed responsibility for it because they came to me to ask me where I got it from. At this point they still have not asked for our names (the 3 of us, not including the driver) and haven't hinted at sending us all to jail so I decide to cooperate and answer the questions so at the very least keep my other 2 friend's hands clean. During the questioning however my friend who was upset for choosing this place was acting very nervous (I mean who wouldn't when your high as fuck and dealing with cops) and the cops kept ragging on him because of it. Unfortunately my friend wasn't being very smart with his answers and the cops kept at him trying to get him to crack. After a while I just replied for him saying that 'yeah we're dumb for smoking out here, we get it but we didn't do anything to anyone else beside trying to toke up'. At this point the cop was just about done processing the driver and was starting to get all cocky for catching a group of college kids smoking weed. He kept cracking jokes at how pathetic it was for smoking weed on a Friday night, when we should be "going out to parties or go to the movies or something." Like wtf? Did you seriously reinforce the bad college stereotype of going to a college party and getting shitfaced and laid, while considering smoking weed with friends to just chill pathetic? He kept hammering that same damn point for minutes, just to be a dick. Then after they put the driver in the police car they searched the rest of the car, only to find a closed beer can of Busch. This was in the trunk and none of us knew it was there besides the driver. Remember we are all 20 except for the driver who was 21. After asking us if we knew about it, the officer came up with the shitty joke, "lol who even drinks busch? HAHa" and his officer buddy says defensively "hey man, [I]I[/I] like Busch". The officer quickly shut the hell up and changed the subject. One of the other officers then asked us if we were 21, we all said no. This was toward the end so they just wanted to grab the car and head out, so the officer decides to just give it to us, throws it to us and says, "go ahead guys, knock yourselves out." Did that just happen, are you really that big of a dick that you not only fully aware we are underage just give us the beer but at the same time insults us when our friend just fucking got arrested? These cops were just real assholes powertripping in a fucking neighborhood where nothing happens, I'm serious this place is nothing but rich upper middle class kids, and a ton of old people. No wonder they were so rock hard about catching some kids smoking. Oh also, when they asked me about my stash they were very focused on who I bought it from. At the time I was very high so I told them I got it from the nearby city (notorious for bad shit so they bought it), but I had totally forgotten that I in fact did know a seller in the neighborhood, luckily I didn't remember so I was even more convincing with the story. So here we are, 3 guys who just watched their good friend get taken away by dickhead cops, still very stoned, on their own to figure out what the fuck to do next. We decide to walk to the nearby park to take a minute and think things through. I was amazed they didn't take any of our names and essentially let us off scot free. But we still had a major problem, how do we bail him out without his parents knowing? Sitting at the park we realized how we had to still go back to his house in order to get our laptops and what not inside, and how we would need to plan to deal with his parents. After a few minute in the park however we decide to leave in fear of another dickhead resident calling the cops on some people in the park (its an elementary school park and cops don't allow people there at night, bc god forbid kids are allowed outside at night, fucking shitty old scared people neighborhood). We decided to go to his house but hung out outside it to avoid talking to his parents. We sat there for a while thinking how to contact my friend to figure out when to bail him out. We then got paranoid to text or call him because then they would get our name, and then even worse how do we pick him up since we were stoned and they would know we were still high when we go to pick him up (or one of the officers recognize us). After some time we decide to face the music and go inside, if his parents are right there and ask us we straight up tell them, or if we manage to get to his room just wait out a little longer as they would assume he was with us. We get inside, no one bothered us and we wait it out. His younger brother a few moments later asks from downstairs where his bro was at. Before my other friends say something stupid I reply, "he's not here man." Just straight up matter of fact. Luckily he doesn't question it and goes away. Then we finally get a phone call from our friend to pick him up. We send my friend to go get him while me and the fourth hold down the fort. This was perfect timing since later the mom comes to ask where he is, to which i replay "yeah he's with X." Again she doesn't ask any further questions and assumes he's just out with the other getting something. Finally they come back, and all I can do is hug him and tell him how sorry I was that he had to take the heat for my stash, and how thankful I was for him being such a bro. We take a moment to realize what happened, and after all of that stress we sit down in front of the tv and start to eat some of the food that we had left out for ourselves originally from before we went out. Sitting there a good halfway through my plate of chicken and rice my friend stops eating and says something. "Is that a maggot in my rice?" We all stop eating and I look at my rice. Camouflaged in the rice were fucking maggots that I guess his mom didn't see when cooking the expired rice, and I had eaten a good portion off. We all stopped eating and just fucking laughed. We laughed at how our laid plans got so fucking fucked and all we wanted was to relax and have a meal and even that got fucked. I was so defeated I almost wanted to finish eating the rice because I was that hungry (and to be honest it didn't really taste that bad, lmao). But that was that, we sat there laughing at how fucked up a night it was, and from that point on learned that dealing with parents is 100% better than dealing with cops. Fuck smoking in public, especially around there, from then on choose private over public. At the moment we vowed never to tell our parents, however my friend had to in order to get a good lawyer and what not. His parents were probably the best ones for this since they were the most chill about it and realize we all make mistakes. They're still cool with me and bust on me and him whenever weed or drugs come up. After a year probation it was erased from his record, and all is good now, but goddamn that night. I also should mention that I usually buy halves and the only reason I had a quarter was because my guy couldn't sell me a half, so it really saved my friend from a worse charge. I never want to put my friends through that again, so I will never bring all of that shit with me out into the public again.
That's awful, it could have been a lot worse though at least everyone else didn't get locked up. My rule whenever I go somewhere in public to do my business is to only bring a joint or blunt, or something I can easily get rid of if needed. I don't like staying in the same spot for too long either, but that depends. Also maggots boost your high, fact.
maggots ain't the worst thing you could slam down in a cup of rice, they're gourmet food in some parts of the world
Aw shit. I hate bringing this story up but it fits very well for the thread. So my best mate, my dealer, another friend and I all went to this secluded area by some traintracks to toke. We had a blast, joking, laughing, throwing stones and stuff. It was a friday, I had an awesome weekend of partying and band rehearsals coming up and my dealer had just sold me 5g of sweet green. I was in the best mood, so we all head back towards our school (this was after school) when another friend of mine calls me from down the street. I wait for him and he says he wants to see how much I got, so we go behind some bins or whatever. Suddenly as I'm about to pull the bag out of my pocket, the fuzz show up. I start shitting myself and they tell us to empty our pockets. Naturally, I do and they of course see the bag of weed. One of them just goes "yep, that's weed", so I got arrested. They took me [B][I]downtooown[/I][/B] to the station and hassled me for like an hour. All they wanted to know was who sold me the bud, but I wasn't going to rat any of my mates out. So they said that I would spend the night in jail, that I would have to come back to the police station to give more info and that I would have to follow some kind of therapy to, and I quote, "stop my marijuana addiction". They also told me to cut my hair, which somehow didn't seem very relevant to anything :v: (funny thing too, one of the cops told me that I was harming myself by taking drugs, he then proceeded to go smoke a cigarette outside... Irony) The funny thing is, they were [I]literally[/I] doing the "good cop/bad cop" routine. Even though I was shaking and shitting myself, I found it hilarious. One cop would say "We're doing this for you, for your safety" and the other would immediately say "Who gives a fuck about him?". I was basically being reassured and then insulted by two guys for an hour. They let my mum join us after an hour or so and these two rozzers both had that shit-eating-grin on their faces, you could tell that they were waiting impatiently for the moment where my mum would scream at me and rip me to shreds. So my mum sits down next to me and says "What's going on?", I say to her calmly "I was arrested for buying a few grams of weed." So she thinks for a second, and then looks at me "Are you doing anything stronger than weed?" I said "Of course not" and she was like "ok, fine by me". Needless to say the cops looked very dissapointed when we left. My Dad even said to me, when I got home: "Next time get a home delivery you idiot" :v: I love my parents :v: also the police never called me again for that rehab therapy or whatever, I didn't spend the night in jail, and that very night I got majorly blitzed with my band. So happy ending i guess !
Here's a story for you and a good example of why the concept of "looking out for number one" is really important when it comes to smoking. During my sophomore year of high school, I started to become a bigger stoner than what I was before. I just mean this in the sense of smoking more often than usual. Because of this, I made a lot of new friends within the weed world and chilled with a lot of them. One time, I had met up with my buddy B and we were going to smoke on his porch with my new homemade bong, Area 420 (it was an acrylic alien souvenir cup that I drilled a downstem into) . I brought the bong, some nugs, and my camera bag which I stashed a lot of that stuff in. So we were enjoying our time, listening to Boards of Canada and watching the Mandlebrot fractals, when we heard keys in the door. I immediately packed up my shit and ran into B's bedroom while he stayed outside to talk to whoever it was. I guess it was his stepmom or something, I don't really remember, but I know that we packed our shit and got the hell out of there right after she left. Fast forward to about three hours later. I'm at home, still enjoying my high when B texts me and says "if you get any calls from this number, block them. I just got caught." I knew some shit was going down and sure enough I got a couple calls in quick succession from his number. I declined the calls and went on my way. The next day, the police called my parents and told them that I was being suspected of possessing marijuana. I knew B had ratted my name (because how else would his parents or anyone have known I was there? I was hiding in the closet in the bedroom the whole time.) so I immediately ran home and flushed an entire eighth that I had just bought. The good news is that all they had found at B's house was an empty plastic baggie that SMELLED like weed. They couldn't find any evidence that I had actually been there, no evidence that I had brought or left any weed with them, so the police couldn't continue their investigation because they simply had nothing on me, thanks to how clean and well I pick up after myself with smoking. The only thing I lost was my eighth of weed, which I ended up finding out I didn't need to flush anyway. My parents were upset but not so angry because they knew that I had done really well with making sure I left no trail. They weren't mad that I was smoking weed, they were mad that I had almost gotten caught, really. So please friends, make sure you take care of yourself when you're hanging out with people. Because even if a friend rats you out, the police can't get you if they have nothing to go on but their word.
Shamless bump. Sorry but I've been drinking and thought I'd give this thread a bump. No close encounters recently but I've been getting back into it after I've moved, I guess we'll see what happens. How has everyone else been doing?
Happened a few weeks ago. My friend had the house to himself so we decide to use it so smoke up, the usual. I bring over my box, we have our fun and its around 2am when I pack my shit to go home. Now since this night was cool, my windows had dew, thinking nothing of it I get in my car and start to drive. Just as I pull out I notice a car a way down the road behind me. For some reason I think to myself 'heh this might be a cop', kinda half assed thought but I was carrying so I didn't want to test anything. Now I don't know if it was a 6th sense or some shit but it in fact was a cop. I usually do this illegal turn when leaving my friend's place, just a simple U turn where you use a sidestreet in an intersection for the extra room. This time I turn into the street, do the usual K turn then wait at the stop sign like a good boy. Lo and behold this dick cop stops when it is clearly his right of way. He has no stop sign or nothing so I'm sitting there like a dipshit waiting for this cop to make a move. I turn back onto the street going opposite the cop. As I drive away the cop makes a quick U turn just like me and starts tailing me. I follow the 25mph speed limit in what feels like forever as I get to the main avenue. Thinking he must be following me for the fogged up windows I put on the defogger but it just was taking too long. Last thing I want is to get pulled over for any reason, so we continue onto the main avenue after an eternity waiting at a red light. I go the limit again and after a moment I turn onto my street, a dead end street where it wouldn't make sense for him to keep following, and sure enough he drives on as I make my turn. Funny enough a while back I had a decal on my car of the TF2 SPY logo, you know with the knife. With my job I took the decal off my car as to keep from raising suspicion in the neighborhoods I would be working at. I feel like if I still had that decal he would've found a way to pull me over and give me shit and then accidentally find my stash. Not much of a story just a cop tailing me, then again a longer story probably wouldn't have been so good heh.
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