My weekend run-in with the "5-0"
So, I was partying this weekend with a few friends. We had spent the weekend working on my boys' camper, getting it cleaned up and livable so we could use it as a party spot. It was initially meant as a little get together, with very few people. However, one of the people invited started bringing people. It didn't get too big... maybe like, 15 people. But one of the guys was bassin' (creating loud bass via his subwoofers) out of the back of his jeep.
Now, we were a good ways away from the highway, so we didn't figure it would be an issue. Well, we're all inside my camper, and my best friend had just gone to run someone up to the house (which was abandoned, but owned by my dudes family.. we were in a field). Well, while we're inside the camper, the phone rings. My other friend (let's call him N, for the sake of things) answers it. Suddenly, all eyes are on him. Then his eyes get kinda big. Then they get REALLY big. 2 seconds later, from his lips comes the word, "Cops".
Now, by this point, I had just taken some (reagent tested) Lucy, on top of about a 6 pack and a LOT of herb. As soon as N says "Cops." we all book it out of the camper towards the woods.
I run. Then I run some more. Then a bit more. Straight through about 6 briar bushes (my legs/torso/arms are FUCKED) into some muddy, marshy area. Now, my boy with the bass had gotten into his Jeep to get away, so I saw lights behind me as I was running. It felt like someone was in a vehicle following me, and watching me run. I escape the lights and plop down, face first, into the mud, right next to a downed tree. By this point, the L was kicking in a good bit. My heart felt like it was going to explode and I thought I might have a stroke or 3.
So I'm laying down next to this tree, trying my damndest to calm my breathing so "they" won't hear me. I wait, and I keep hearing what sounded like SUVs or trucks coming down the hill from the house towards the camper, realizing I'm fucked. I keep hearing doors slam, which meant more cops were showing up to search for us. I also hear these trucks going around the woods in my area, which triggered the thought that they were making a perimeter around me with these vehicles to find me. I began thinking to myself, "I'm gonna be tripping in jail. Oh God, no". Then I heard voices and saw lights at the camper. None of the voices sounded familiar. Swore I heard 2-way radios as well. On top of that, there were people moving in the brush near me. These people were whistling, like some sort of tactical squad issuing commands and responses via whistle. I honestly felt like puking.
About an hour in to laying face down in this pile of filth, I start tripping, hard. I look up from my tree, and see that the darkness in front of me is beginning to sort of meld together. As I'm looking at the darkness, I hear my friend N scream my name. I didn't budge. N has a 30 day suspended jail sentence, so I figured.. "They got him. That piece of shit is trying to get me to announce my position for the pigs. Fuck that." I continue to wait. Then I hear more people yelling for me. Well, they were up there trying to get themselves out of trouble.. Duh. So I still wait. The ONLY reason I left my spot is because I was so cold I couldn't stay still. By that point I was like "The back of the cop car is gonna be warm as hell. Yes." So, I creep up to the spot all stealthy like, stopping to watch, when I realize... there are no cops. Just my people.
I march up to the spot and materialize in front of all of them from the darkness, when my buddy B runs and gives me a hug. Then he explains what happened. Basically, N freaked out and didn't let him finish. B called N from the house and was like "There are cops up here. Hide everything in the camper and put the master lock on, I'm about 90% positive I have it under control." So instead of saying "Yo everybody.. here's the situation. There are cops up there, but B says he is almost positive he has in handled.", N just looks all freaked out and says "Cops..." Then hangs up on B. As a result of his ridiculous overreaction, we all overreacted as well.
Turns out, someone had called in a noise complaint. The cops busted some of our people who were up at the house getting ready to leave with alcohol, herb, and paraphernalia. The guy with the L had JUST made it out before they showed up. Even called to say "Yo, I think I see cops heading towards your house. It could be nothing but, be careful." B took care of it 100%. The dudes with the alchy, herb, and bowl didn't catch any charges. They were with a dude who was 21, and he said all the alchy was for him. They took the herb, and made dude smash his bowl. Then they told B, "Since this is your property, if anybody even cuts on a car radio, we're gonna garnish your wages out the ass" (obviously exxagerating a bit). They also told him, "We know what you're doing down there, and you're stupid if you think we don't."
I guess the only reason this is worthy of me telling on BL, is because I laid down in the cold, wet mud for an hour and a half waiting for the 6 truckloads of cops, decked out in all black tactical gear, to come find me. Also, I have never been so sure I was going to jail before in my entire life. The irony of it is, the cops never even came to the camper (and there were only 2 cops, in cars, on the entire property). Theoretically speaking, we all could've turned off the music, stayed right where we were, and smoked weed/drank brew while the cops were up there. Yet because N fucked up and overreacted, everyone else overreacted as well.
As soon as I got back, most everybody was gone, aside from the people who really mattered (my #1 boys). I was in full trip as I got back to the camper. After I got back, myself and N sat there trying to get his bowl unclogged with a twig of bamboo, getting hammered as shit, while B and this chick were like, 7 feet away, under a blanket, getting it on like wild fuckin' hyenas. Definitely a great way to end an otherwise pretty shitty night.
