toolazy2think
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have you ever almost been caught with drugs, wither by a cop, a drug dog, your parents...what did you do to get out of it?
close calls with drugs
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TheHerojuana
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Yes, more times than I care to recall!
One of the most memorable times was with my cousin, Tom and an unknown drunk kid. I was at home and had just started to down a liter of vodka that I found from the previous weekend. About the time I had the second shot in hand my cousin comes bustin' in through the front door all pissed off. I asked him what the hell was going on and he told me that Tom was drunk and acting like an ass and some kid had passed out and puked in the back of his car. So at one in the morning on a Saturday I decide we should go to the next town over and use the car wash to clean up the kid and the car.
At this point I had a small buzz from the vodka and had been smoking all day long. Obviously I am not using all of my mental powers at this point. So we all pile in to the puke filled car in the dead of winter late at night and head for the next town over.
We made it to the car wash all freezing our asses off (windows rolled down because of puke stench) to find out it was closed for the weekend. We stood there and argued for a few minutes and decide to go back home and clean it up there. Now it is closer to two in the morning and not getting any warmer.
Halfway back I realise that I forgot to leave my bag at the house and to celebrate this I decide to finish off the vodka in one big gulp (getting smarter now). I toss the bottle out the window and anounce to my cousin we are going to smoke out before we clean up the mess. Not even a mile later we get pulled over. Oh, shit!
This is when I find out that my cousin has no license and no insurance so I am sure we are totally fucked. Not only that but I am holding more than a quarter and am definitely drunk along with two underage drunks sitting in the backseat.
To make a long story short I end up making it through a pat down (the officer actually grabs my weed and lets go of it!) and a field sobriety test. After some rather hasting explaining about the drunk kids and a lack of valid drivers licenses we are still not under arrest. I even freaked out on the cop when he started to pat me down! At the end of it all the officer asks me if I want to drive everbody home or he will have to arrest my cousin and bust the drunk kid and Tom for underage drinking plus take me to the station.
How we got out of that I will never know. Someone was really watchin my ass that night for us to not end up facing some serious charges! Definitely the closest call I have ever had!
P.S. We ditched the drunk kid at a freinds house went home and smoked our brains out in an attempt to relax.
One of the most memorable times was with my cousin, Tom and an unknown drunk kid. I was at home and had just started to down a liter of vodka that I found from the previous weekend. About the time I had the second shot in hand my cousin comes bustin' in through the front door all pissed off. I asked him what the hell was going on and he told me that Tom was drunk and acting like an ass and some kid had passed out and puked in the back of his car. So at one in the morning on a Saturday I decide we should go to the next town over and use the car wash to clean up the kid and the car.
At this point I had a small buzz from the vodka and had been smoking all day long. Obviously I am not using all of my mental powers at this point. So we all pile in to the puke filled car in the dead of winter late at night and head for the next town over.
We made it to the car wash all freezing our asses off (windows rolled down because of puke stench) to find out it was closed for the weekend. We stood there and argued for a few minutes and decide to go back home and clean it up there. Now it is closer to two in the morning and not getting any warmer.
Halfway back I realise that I forgot to leave my bag at the house and to celebrate this I decide to finish off the vodka in one big gulp (getting smarter now). I toss the bottle out the window and anounce to my cousin we are going to smoke out before we clean up the mess. Not even a mile later we get pulled over. Oh, shit!
This is when I find out that my cousin has no license and no insurance so I am sure we are totally fucked. Not only that but I am holding more than a quarter and am definitely drunk along with two underage drunks sitting in the backseat.
To make a long story short I end up making it through a pat down (the officer actually grabs my weed and lets go of it!) and a field sobriety test. After some rather hasting explaining about the drunk kids and a lack of valid drivers licenses we are still not under arrest. I even freaked out on the cop when he started to pat me down! At the end of it all the officer asks me if I want to drive everbody home or he will have to arrest my cousin and bust the drunk kid and Tom for underage drinking plus take me to the station.
How we got out of that I will never know. Someone was really watchin my ass that night for us to not end up facing some serious charges! Definitely the closest call I have ever had!
P.S. We ditched the drunk kid at a freinds house went home and smoked our brains out in an attempt to relax.
smakaddict
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herojuana, that story is too funny.
i've had some fucked up close calls at school. i remember the day of my suspension, some kid had stolen my precious piece and i had to sneak out of suspension to threaten his ass and get it back. so i get back to the room with my piece in my purse, and not even a minute later, mr.... uh... mr man we shall call him - our schools scary-ass vice principal, comes in. of course he stares me down and walks over to me in that tiny jail cell of a suspension room, and says "miss ___, we need to have a talk" . so i'm thinking, oh SHIT i am fucked!! my piece is right there in my purse. and he's accusing me of being in the girls locker room (theft problem) and i was like, no seriously it wasnt me i wasnt there. and he's all skeptical, and he's like, lets see what you've got in that purse. so i was fucked. scared outta my mind, shaking like a leaf, and i quickly reached into the purse and shoved the piece under all of my makeup and everything, knowing that he was gonna find it anyway. and he looks in my purse, grabs my cigarettes, and takes them out. then he reaches in there, feels around a little, touching the fucking piece but not noticing it and he's like, okay i am TAKING THESE CIGARETTES!! so he makes a phone call and finds out that i wasnt lying about the locker room and he gives me this whole big long appology thing. i was so scared and it was such a close call.
another time i smoked right before class and i got called down to the office. i was so paranoid and stoned that the second i heard that phone in the front of the classroom ring i dropped my purse with the weed and bowl in it and kicked it to my friend in the desk behind me "this is YOURS" i said hoping she'd take the hint. long story short, i got searched by the principal, vp, pigs, and parents and no one found anything.
antoher time i was snorting adderall in the girls' bathroom and i got caught by this evil bitch guidance counselor cuz i had a lit cigarette, so i had to throw the remaining powder down the toilet, and i walked down to the office with blue dripping outta my nose, it was so obvious. but somehow they didnt notice that i kept asking for tissues adn the tissues kept getting blue stuff on them. bright fucking blue. that is not normal. hahha
one time i got pulled over after making a deal, my friend had 10 vials of crack on him, i had 2 bags of dope, i ate the dope, they searched all of us, i kept thinking "did they find it yet" ? he had it strapped to his stomach, the cops actually looked there and didnt notice it. so we got off free.
ok that's enough for now. by the way if piece is really supposed to be spelled Peace, then i'm sorry.
Love,
-H
i've had some fucked up close calls at school. i remember the day of my suspension, some kid had stolen my precious piece and i had to sneak out of suspension to threaten his ass and get it back. so i get back to the room with my piece in my purse, and not even a minute later, mr.... uh... mr man we shall call him - our schools scary-ass vice principal, comes in. of course he stares me down and walks over to me in that tiny jail cell of a suspension room, and says "miss ___, we need to have a talk" . so i'm thinking, oh SHIT i am fucked!! my piece is right there in my purse. and he's accusing me of being in the girls locker room (theft problem) and i was like, no seriously it wasnt me i wasnt there. and he's all skeptical, and he's like, lets see what you've got in that purse. so i was fucked. scared outta my mind, shaking like a leaf, and i quickly reached into the purse and shoved the piece under all of my makeup and everything, knowing that he was gonna find it anyway. and he looks in my purse, grabs my cigarettes, and takes them out. then he reaches in there, feels around a little, touching the fucking piece but not noticing it and he's like, okay i am TAKING THESE CIGARETTES!! so he makes a phone call and finds out that i wasnt lying about the locker room and he gives me this whole big long appology thing. i was so scared and it was such a close call.
another time i smoked right before class and i got called down to the office. i was so paranoid and stoned that the second i heard that phone in the front of the classroom ring i dropped my purse with the weed and bowl in it and kicked it to my friend in the desk behind me "this is YOURS" i said hoping she'd take the hint. long story short, i got searched by the principal, vp, pigs, and parents and no one found anything.
antoher time i was snorting adderall in the girls' bathroom and i got caught by this evil bitch guidance counselor cuz i had a lit cigarette, so i had to throw the remaining powder down the toilet, and i walked down to the office with blue dripping outta my nose, it was so obvious. but somehow they didnt notice that i kept asking for tissues adn the tissues kept getting blue stuff on them. bright fucking blue. that is not normal. hahha
one time i got pulled over after making a deal, my friend had 10 vials of crack on him, i had 2 bags of dope, i ate the dope, they searched all of us, i kept thinking "did they find it yet" ? he had it strapped to his stomach, the cops actually looked there and didnt notice it. so we got off free.
ok that's enough for now. by the way if piece is really supposed to be spelled Peace, then i'm sorry.
Love,
-H
synthetic sunrise
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i don't get hassled by cops anymore. i don't think i started dressing differently, but it's true. i used to be stopped for just walking down the street once every few months at least.
my friend had it worse, though. i think it was the way he used to dress.. it was very "normal" in a non-normal way. i used to joke that he looked like he was dressing to try to not be noticed, like some sort of subversive.. maybe i was pretty close to the mark.
one time we were supposed to meet and he was 30 mins late. it turned out that a cop car had driven past him, and just from the look in the guy's eyes he KNEW he was gonna circle around the block. so he ditched his stash behind a newspaper box and kept walking.. sure enough, 1 minute later the cop returns and conducts an illegal search. after that was done, he retraced his steps, grabbed the stash, and met me. nice going!
my friend had it worse, though. i think it was the way he used to dress.. it was very "normal" in a non-normal way. i used to joke that he looked like he was dressing to try to not be noticed, like some sort of subversive.. maybe i was pretty close to the mark.
one time we were supposed to meet and he was 30 mins late. it turned out that a cop car had driven past him, and just from the look in the guy's eyes he KNEW he was gonna circle around the block. so he ditched his stash behind a newspaper box and kept walking.. sure enough, 1 minute later the cop returns and conducts an illegal search. after that was done, he retraced his steps, grabbed the stash, and met me. nice going!
hashashini
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eh finally got something to contribute
In august this year I went to a 3-day music-festival called lowlands, wich is a nice festival with lots of different kinds of people and music, but there seem to be quite some undercover cops as well wich I hadn't noticed before (this was the 4th year in a row I went there.
Anyway, we arrived kinda late on the first day, coming from a camping-site nearby, we didn't want to stay on the festival camping site since it tends to get very messy and muddy, wich makes the third day somewhat of a nightmare.
Since we had all our stuff on the other camping we (my brother and I) both only had a shoulderbag, and went through the first main entrance quite quickly as other people had to get their tents and clothes etc. searched by security.
So we walk on and immediatly some guy with a blockhead runs up to my brother and tells him to come with him, I make some weird remark and then another guy comes *running* at me and flashes ID and tells me to join him.
So we were brought to some temporary little police office and they start searching our bags thoroughly (sp?!) and I had about 8 grams (as I was told by the cop later) of weed and hash in my bag, and you were allowed to bring in 5 grams (this took place in holland).
So the guy find the dope and lays it aside, saying it looks like it's a bit much, my brother sayd 'it's also my weed in there' cops says he don't care, and continues his search. After he finishes I have to stand up to the wall and spread em, this kinda makes me nervous as I have 2 pills in my sock and it had slithered up a bit while walking through the entrance etc. and I had heard of some friends actually getting strip searched in such situations.
Anyway I stood there trying to supress the nervous trembling (I was afraid to get kicked off the site and having to miss the whole thing, the fine for 2 pills doesn't really bother me) and luckily enough the cop misses the baggy by a few inches, nags about it a bit and lets me keep it and the search is over.
PHEW wasn't really that exciting in retrospective but at the moment itself it was :D
After the search I asked the cop why he picked ME out, and he claimed it was purely random "to find LARGE amounts of drugs, and weapons of course" so I wonder maybe he would have even let me keep the mere 2 pills I had if he found em.
Had some other random run-ins with cops and public alcohol use, and security at parties but they are even less interesting.
--osjafoiusa
In august this year I went to a 3-day music-festival called lowlands, wich is a nice festival with lots of different kinds of people and music, but there seem to be quite some undercover cops as well wich I hadn't noticed before (this was the 4th year in a row I went there.
Anyway, we arrived kinda late on the first day, coming from a camping-site nearby, we didn't want to stay on the festival camping site since it tends to get very messy and muddy, wich makes the third day somewhat of a nightmare.
Since we had all our stuff on the other camping we (my brother and I) both only had a shoulderbag, and went through the first main entrance quite quickly as other people had to get their tents and clothes etc. searched by security.
So we walk on and immediatly some guy with a blockhead runs up to my brother and tells him to come with him, I make some weird remark and then another guy comes *running* at me and flashes ID and tells me to join him.
So we were brought to some temporary little police office and they start searching our bags thoroughly (sp?!) and I had about 8 grams (as I was told by the cop later) of weed and hash in my bag, and you were allowed to bring in 5 grams (this took place in holland).
So the guy find the dope and lays it aside, saying it looks like it's a bit much, my brother sayd 'it's also my weed in there' cops says he don't care, and continues his search. After he finishes I have to stand up to the wall and spread em, this kinda makes me nervous as I have 2 pills in my sock and it had slithered up a bit while walking through the entrance etc. and I had heard of some friends actually getting strip searched in such situations.
Anyway I stood there trying to supress the nervous trembling (I was afraid to get kicked off the site and having to miss the whole thing, the fine for 2 pills doesn't really bother me) and luckily enough the cop misses the baggy by a few inches, nags about it a bit and lets me keep it and the search is over.
PHEW wasn't really that exciting in retrospective but at the moment itself it was :D
After the search I asked the cop why he picked ME out, and he claimed it was purely random "to find LARGE amounts of drugs, and weapons of course" so I wonder maybe he would have even let me keep the mere 2 pills I had if he found em.
Had some other random run-ins with cops and public alcohol use, and security at parties but they are even less interesting.
--osjafoiusa
hashashini: he probably would.. from what i've heard cops in holland ignore any quantities of pills below 10.. above ten until 50, you get fined, and above 50, you get arrested. (not 100% sure of these numbers though)'
I got caught once and was questioned, but I was sober and fortunately they could tell.. so i was released.. oh once i got caught with a bottle of champagne when i was 17 yrs old.. police poured it out and took my person details.
I got caught once and was questioned, but I was sober and fortunately they could tell.. so i was released.. oh once i got caught with a bottle of champagne when i was 17 yrs old.. police poured it out and took my person details.
saralicious
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i think weather you've been knowingly caught or not, if you've been doing drugs for a substantial amount of time, you've been caught. you may not know it, you may think you're sneaky and clever, but someone, your a cop, your parents, or other, knows you get high.
Pharcyde
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Ok what ill tell you right now is the SCARIEST THING THAT HAS HAPPEND TO ME
15 Miles from Home, Middle Of December Last Year, Snowing Like Hell, 2AM
So me and my buddy went down to the city in my cousins truck, now it takes us 2 hours to get to our old friends house. But on this perticular night it was an aweful blizzard, now im flyin home because my cousins got a radar detector. So were in this little town that we have to go through to get home and his radar detector is going fuckin crazy, so i start slowing down and all of the sudden i see the lights goin in my mirror.
Now what i didnt mention is that we had about 20 or so pills on us. Im stoned and my buddy (who was on probation at the time) was drunk. So we start freakin out, and neither of us have any intention of going to jail so my buddy goes "what should I do" so i tell him to shove all the pills up his ass. So he does, and the cop goes through all the normal shit he does with the liscence and shit, but when he wants the insurence we have a fuckin real hard time findin it in his glovebox, but (thank god) we found it, and told him this story about coming home from a party in my cousins truck.
So he buys it and he walks back to the car, and my buddy goes to me "man this aint cool, it feels like theres fingers in my butt" so i start crackin up and the cops comes to my window. He gives me back all my stuff, and decides to bull shit with me, he seemed like a nice guy, well he was the only nice state trooper ive ever met, he only wrote me for five over in stead of 78 in a 50, which would be wreakless driving in this state and i think i would have been in jail that night. So thats my story we got back to my town and got rid of the pills so i could pay my ticket off. $90 if anyone was wondering 8)
15 Miles from Home, Middle Of December Last Year, Snowing Like Hell, 2AM
So me and my buddy went down to the city in my cousins truck, now it takes us 2 hours to get to our old friends house. But on this perticular night it was an aweful blizzard, now im flyin home because my cousins got a radar detector. So were in this little town that we have to go through to get home and his radar detector is going fuckin crazy, so i start slowing down and all of the sudden i see the lights goin in my mirror.
Now what i didnt mention is that we had about 20 or so pills on us. Im stoned and my buddy (who was on probation at the time) was drunk. So we start freakin out, and neither of us have any intention of going to jail so my buddy goes "what should I do" so i tell him to shove all the pills up his ass. So he does, and the cop goes through all the normal shit he does with the liscence and shit, but when he wants the insurence we have a fuckin real hard time findin it in his glovebox, but (thank god) we found it, and told him this story about coming home from a party in my cousins truck.
So he buys it and he walks back to the car, and my buddy goes to me "man this aint cool, it feels like theres fingers in my butt" so i start crackin up and the cops comes to my window. He gives me back all my stuff, and decides to bull shit with me, he seemed like a nice guy, well he was the only nice state trooper ive ever met, he only wrote me for five over in stead of 78 in a 50, which would be wreakless driving in this state and i think i would have been in jail that night. So thats my story we got back to my town and got rid of the pills so i could pay my ticket off. $90 if anyone was wondering 8)
blacklabel
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diegoblunt
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I think most of us have got about 10 000 'close call' drug stories.
I'll just share 3.
1. Parked in a car about 50 metres away from a house party we were at, an old Nissan Station-Wagon that can fit about 5 people in the 'back section'. All up we had about 10 people cramped in this car, smoking alot of weed with most windows wound up and also snorting pills and speed. The driver had been drinking in addition to taking the above 3 substances (no he wasnt actually driving) and the keys were in the ignition with stereo on.
The mini drug-party was in full flight when a policecar suddenly pulled up alongside our car in this quiet dead-end. The driver quickly tossed the keys onto the car floor, SMARTEST MOVE EVER, because he knew he then couldn't be breathalised. We had time to hide the bong and put a lot of weed under the seats, but there were still 3 CD cases with lotsa powder being hidden in the 'back section' and a shitload of drugs and equiptment in the car. Anyway, the cops looked in with flashlights and we were so fucking obvious and so fucking busted but the cops were the biggest champions ever. The driver claimed we were just getting away from the party for a while and were just smoking ciggarette's (quite a few were actually lit at the time). I am SURE that the cops didnt buy it, but they didn't see the powder and because the keys weren't in the ignition, they knew they had nothing on the driver.
2. One time at a rave I had several pills in my sock and the drug-dog sniffed within 1/2 metre of my shoe, nothing happened. We went on a cruise ship and a friend decided to take about 30 pills with him. They were forced to line up their bags and the drug dog went along sniffing each bag. It stopped right next to my friends bag, but it was actually signalling the one next to it (another friend who had used the bag 3-4 days earlier to store weed). Maybe these dogs weren't trained specifically for ecstasy.
3. I was extremely high and tired when a friend and I left a 'session' at about 2:00am Monday morning. We got followed and then pulled over by a cop. I was not wearing my P-Plates (I was 17) and didn't have my licence on me. My friend had a very large (I mean fuckin large) amount of bud under his seat and I was *shitting bricks*. I gave the cop some bullshit story about my licence, he looked up my rego/ID on the computer and I passed the breathaliser test. I almost had a heart-attack when he asked to search my car and to this day I'm still not sure what I said, because it was such a scary and andrenaline pumping moment. But I knew my rights and in the end, after we began to bond
, he didnt even write me a ticket for the licence and P-Plates.
- Sorry about the length, but originally it was 3 times this long.
I'll just share 3.
1. Parked in a car about 50 metres away from a house party we were at, an old Nissan Station-Wagon that can fit about 5 people in the 'back section'. All up we had about 10 people cramped in this car, smoking alot of weed with most windows wound up and also snorting pills and speed. The driver had been drinking in addition to taking the above 3 substances (no he wasnt actually driving) and the keys were in the ignition with stereo on.
The mini drug-party was in full flight when a policecar suddenly pulled up alongside our car in this quiet dead-end. The driver quickly tossed the keys onto the car floor, SMARTEST MOVE EVER, because he knew he then couldn't be breathalised. We had time to hide the bong and put a lot of weed under the seats, but there were still 3 CD cases with lotsa powder being hidden in the 'back section' and a shitload of drugs and equiptment in the car. Anyway, the cops looked in with flashlights and we were so fucking obvious and so fucking busted but the cops were the biggest champions ever. The driver claimed we were just getting away from the party for a while and were just smoking ciggarette's (quite a few were actually lit at the time). I am SURE that the cops didnt buy it, but they didn't see the powder and because the keys weren't in the ignition, they knew they had nothing on the driver.
2. One time at a rave I had several pills in my sock and the drug-dog sniffed within 1/2 metre of my shoe, nothing happened. We went on a cruise ship and a friend decided to take about 30 pills with him. They were forced to line up their bags and the drug dog went along sniffing each bag. It stopped right next to my friends bag, but it was actually signalling the one next to it (another friend who had used the bag 3-4 days earlier to store weed). Maybe these dogs weren't trained specifically for ecstasy.
3. I was extremely high and tired when a friend and I left a 'session' at about 2:00am Monday morning. We got followed and then pulled over by a cop. I was not wearing my P-Plates (I was 17) and didn't have my licence on me. My friend had a very large (I mean fuckin large) amount of bud under his seat and I was *shitting bricks*. I gave the cop some bullshit story about my licence, he looked up my rego/ID on the computer and I passed the breathaliser test. I almost had a heart-attack when he asked to search my car and to this day I'm still not sure what I said, because it was such a scary and andrenaline pumping moment. But I knew my rights and in the end, after we began to bond
, he didnt even write me a ticket for the licence and P-Plates. - Sorry about the length, but originally it was 3 times this long.
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diegoblunt
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One more about my good friend:
He had been selling weed for about a year and was buying 1/2 pounds. To cut a long story short - The cops rock up at his house. Took his weed, bags and cash money and didn't arrest him. He was 17 and goes to court. Anyway, it was an illegal seach and he got off with nothing! I really mean nothing.
He had been selling weed for about a year and was buying 1/2 pounds. To cut a long story short - The cops rock up at his house. Took his weed, bags and cash money and didn't arrest him. He was 17 and goes to court. Anyway, it was an illegal seach and he got off with nothing! I really mean nothing.
Wayyy too many to list, but one came to mind right away.
Back in high school when my drug of choice was Ritalin (I know, I know, but I got a great rush from it). One night I was alone in my car, up on this mountain at the site of this huge antenna-tower thing. It was private property, but the road leading back to this area wasn't blocked by a chain or gate, and we used to go back there to smoke up and party often. Very rarely did I ever see anyone else back there, except for occasional other random kids hanging out and people having sex in their car. So this one night just after dark, I was sitting in my car railing ritalin and smoking weed. I was backed in at this little spot at the end of the lot, where I couldn't see or be seen unless somebody drove all the way to the back where I was (thats where you'd normally turn around to head out). Anyway, I've probably done about 70mg and I'm pretty sped out. I was just finishing up the very last bit when suddenly I see headlights and theres this truck that pulls up in front of me. In a flash I started my car and took off as this guy was trying to turn around. He probaby wouldn't have given me any trouble, but who knows and I thought the guy worked for the company that owned the lot, and was going to get me in trouble or whatever. So I book the fuck out of there, going way too fast on the one-lane windy road that led out of there, and hes following me. I get out of there and proceed down the mountain pushing my car to the absolute limit. The guy kept up as far as he could, but soon enough wasn't able to keep up in his pickup. He probably got my license plate but I never heard anything from the police. It really wasn't an incredibly close call, but it was one of the first times I almost got in trouble, and was soo scared cause I was so geeked out, I'm suprised I didn't kill myself I was driving so crazy. Theres a gate on the entrance now, haven't been there in years.
Not really an incredible story, but it was one of the earliest stories I thought of. I know I've got a lot more better stories, I'll post when I remember them.
Back in high school when my drug of choice was Ritalin (I know, I know, but I got a great rush from it). One night I was alone in my car, up on this mountain at the site of this huge antenna-tower thing. It was private property, but the road leading back to this area wasn't blocked by a chain or gate, and we used to go back there to smoke up and party often. Very rarely did I ever see anyone else back there, except for occasional other random kids hanging out and people having sex in their car. So this one night just after dark, I was sitting in my car railing ritalin and smoking weed. I was backed in at this little spot at the end of the lot, where I couldn't see or be seen unless somebody drove all the way to the back where I was (thats where you'd normally turn around to head out). Anyway, I've probably done about 70mg and I'm pretty sped out. I was just finishing up the very last bit when suddenly I see headlights and theres this truck that pulls up in front of me. In a flash I started my car and took off as this guy was trying to turn around. He probaby wouldn't have given me any trouble, but who knows and I thought the guy worked for the company that owned the lot, and was going to get me in trouble or whatever. So I book the fuck out of there, going way too fast on the one-lane windy road that led out of there, and hes following me. I get out of there and proceed down the mountain pushing my car to the absolute limit. The guy kept up as far as he could, but soon enough wasn't able to keep up in his pickup. He probably got my license plate but I never heard anything from the police. It really wasn't an incredibly close call, but it was one of the first times I almost got in trouble, and was soo scared cause I was so geeked out, I'm suprised I didn't kill myself I was driving so crazy. Theres a gate on the entrance now, haven't been there in years.
Not really an incredible story, but it was one of the earliest stories I thought of. I know I've got a lot more better stories, I'll post when I remember them.
Oh yeah, how could I forget!
I was pulled over and arrested for pot. The charges were exaggerated, but I was charged with 3 felonies (possesion, distrubution, weapons). During the search while I was sitting in the cops car the officer kept coming back after he'd find something and saying "If you've got anything else, tell me now- the dog's on its way". I had some powder coke in one side of a contact lens container, in the other side I had an Adderall. Now I had a script for the Adderall, but the cop didn't know that. The lens case was sitting in the coin tray in front of my gear shift, in an obvious spot. And during the search of my car, if the officer had picked up the lens case and shook it, he would've heard the pill rattle and have opened it. My biggest concern was what would happen when he found the coke, my life would be over. Pot I could explain to my parents, but this other stuff.... Long story short, he never said anything about it and hte first thing I did when I got my car out of impound was to do check if that stuff was still there, sure enough it was. Oh yeah, in case you're wondering- all charges were dismissed, I got a good lawyer:D
I was pulled over and arrested for pot. The charges were exaggerated, but I was charged with 3 felonies (possesion, distrubution, weapons). During the search while I was sitting in the cops car the officer kept coming back after he'd find something and saying "If you've got anything else, tell me now- the dog's on its way". I had some powder coke in one side of a contact lens container, in the other side I had an Adderall. Now I had a script for the Adderall, but the cop didn't know that. The lens case was sitting in the coin tray in front of my gear shift, in an obvious spot. And during the search of my car, if the officer had picked up the lens case and shook it, he would've heard the pill rattle and have opened it. My biggest concern was what would happen when he found the coke, my life would be over. Pot I could explain to my parents, but this other stuff.... Long story short, he never said anything about it and hte first thing I did when I got my car out of impound was to do check if that stuff was still there, sure enough it was. Oh yeah, in case you're wondering- all charges were dismissed, I got a good lawyer:D
Brooklynk1d
Bluelighter
i got cought onez by cops first think they did is kinda fucked me up and took my tress. I hate cops
Last summer i was with a few old friends that i had never smoked with before. So we piled into a car and headed out to go smoke some grass. They decide the park is where we'll go. I figure they've smoked here before and it was a safe place. We drove all the way to the back of the park and stopped the car, rolled up the windows and smoked some bowls. Then we cracked the windows and watched the smoke trail out behind us as we drove away. When we were almost out of the park however we saw this old man sitting on the ground moving his arms all around. We had no idea what the hell he was doin so we all laughed and kept driving. A few seconds later a freind realises that he was sitting waving his arms for help. We hit the brakes and threw it in reverse and went back to him. We got out and walked over and he said he had fallen down and couldn't get up. So he asked us to help him to his car and he said he would be fine from there. As soon as we started helping him up we saw a squad pull in one of the entrances of the park and start heading our way. Only a few seconds later another squad pulled in the exit. There was only one entrance and one exit. Naturally we got scared. One of us said something like Shit its the cops and the old man asked if we were going to be in trouble. We told him no and he said that that was good cuz he didn't want us to drop him if we had to run. The first cop pulled up and got out looking a little confused and asked what was going on. We told him we were driving through the park and saw this old man sitting down waving his arms like he needed help so we stopped to see what was going on. The second cop pulled up to where we were and got out. I looked at his shirt to see his name and right under his name it said K-9 unit. SHIT!!!! i reached into my pocket and buried my bag a little deeper. One of my friends half ran to the car and started digging around. The cops both kept looking over at him and i thought for sure they were going to go see what he was up to and find his bowl but they were more occupied with the old man. The old man was hilarious though. He kept talking even if ppl weren't talking to him. He kept sayin things like these are good kids, they ain't none of them gang bangers or nothing like that.... I ain't no drunk.... no reason to arrest anyone.... Jeeze all these people just for my dumbass.... The cops just kinda nodded their heads and looked at us though. They took him over to the car and got him to get his drivers license out and stuff and we just kinda hopped in the car and took off cuz they were busy callin the paramedics and talking to the guy.
Another time i was driving around that summer with two friends and we were smoking. I got pulled over by this new proactive unit in town. They are supposed to be highly trained in the areas of drugs and gangs or so i've heard. I was good and stoned and the car prolly smelled pretty bad. They asked for my license and insurance card and then they started to ask all sorts of questions trying to figure out what we were up to and why we looked so damn scared. But they were asking the same questions and in the same order. So i just waited to listen to the answer my friend gave them and told the cop askin me the questions teh same thing. So much for trying to catch us in a lie.
After another close call with the cops and another with my parents i kinda let it get to me and i started to carry my hitter box everywhere with me thinking i would never get caught. Even if i didn't plan on smoking i would take it. That was rare but finally one night when i was out with some friends who don't smoke i took it with me anyway. They decided to light off a smoke bomb in a bathroom at the movies and sure enough that was the night i got caught. The night i didn't even do anything and because of my "good" friends who don't smoke pot. Their car almost got towed though cuz the police thought we all had been smoking so they were gonna give my friend a DUI.
Another time i was driving around that summer with two friends and we were smoking. I got pulled over by this new proactive unit in town. They are supposed to be highly trained in the areas of drugs and gangs or so i've heard. I was good and stoned and the car prolly smelled pretty bad. They asked for my license and insurance card and then they started to ask all sorts of questions trying to figure out what we were up to and why we looked so damn scared. But they were asking the same questions and in the same order. So i just waited to listen to the answer my friend gave them and told the cop askin me the questions teh same thing. So much for trying to catch us in a lie.
After another close call with the cops and another with my parents i kinda let it get to me and i started to carry my hitter box everywhere with me thinking i would never get caught. Even if i didn't plan on smoking i would take it. That was rare but finally one night when i was out with some friends who don't smoke i took it with me anyway. They decided to light off a smoke bomb in a bathroom at the movies and sure enough that was the night i got caught. The night i didn't even do anything and because of my "good" friends who don't smoke pot. Their car almost got towed though cuz the police thought we all had been smoking so they were gonna give my friend a DUI.
number one.
i had just picked up a big bag of 'e' fomr a dealer with a friend when we were pulled over at some random police roadblock ( i normally get info from my dealers about roadblocks ). anyways, they ask for my friends licence and id. the cops were searchin all the cars that they pulled over so i was nearly shitting myself. then my friend decides to get out of the car and starts chatting with the cops about their job and whats up with all the random blocks nowadays. to cut a long story short. the cops got so into the chat that they didn't search the car and let go on our merry way.
another close call. i driving home from smoking up at the beach when i run into a roadblock. it was right round the corner and i was driving kinda fast without a seatbelt so i kinda freaked out and grabbed my seatbelt trying to put it on. in doing so i let go of the steering wheel and ran over one of the police roadcones. i'm asked to get out of the car and they look at my stoned face and ask me to take a breathalizer test. i take the test but it comes out negative. the cop scratches his head, looks at me...then back at the breathalizer and asks me to do it again. again .. negative. he then asks me whats wrong with me and why do i have bloodshot/ sleepy eyes. i gave him some B/S that i had been up all night doing assignments at an internet cafe. He let me go. it was only when i got home that i realized that i had left 6 joints in my pocket and had forgotton about them. thankfully i didn't get searched.
i come from a country where having more than 10 ecstasy pills on you counts as trafficking drugs which carries the death sentence. then again if you have money you can always bribe your way out.
story number 3. this happened just a few days back. i was this friend of mine chilling in the car on the beach when this police car pulls up beside me and the cops come out. one of them points and mp5 at my window and asks me to get out of the car. they then ask for our id's.my friend who happens to be korean didn;t have her passport on her which the cops weren't very pleased about. they were all up for taking us back to the station to do a thorough check and all that. i gave them $30 and they left us alone. the funny thing is, this happened at the exact spot where me and my friend trip at for the past 1 month. also we were supposed to go there and smoke some joints but i had forgotten to buy any weed. needless to say.. i wont be doing any funny stuff there anymore. pity..it was a really nice place. surrounded by trees...on the beach.. peacefull and quiet.
lots more stories but i cant seem to think straight right now.
i had just picked up a big bag of 'e' fomr a dealer with a friend when we were pulled over at some random police roadblock ( i normally get info from my dealers about roadblocks ). anyways, they ask for my friends licence and id. the cops were searchin all the cars that they pulled over so i was nearly shitting myself. then my friend decides to get out of the car and starts chatting with the cops about their job and whats up with all the random blocks nowadays. to cut a long story short. the cops got so into the chat that they didn't search the car and let go on our merry way.
another close call. i driving home from smoking up at the beach when i run into a roadblock. it was right round the corner and i was driving kinda fast without a seatbelt so i kinda freaked out and grabbed my seatbelt trying to put it on. in doing so i let go of the steering wheel and ran over one of the police roadcones. i'm asked to get out of the car and they look at my stoned face and ask me to take a breathalizer test. i take the test but it comes out negative. the cop scratches his head, looks at me...then back at the breathalizer and asks me to do it again. again .. negative. he then asks me whats wrong with me and why do i have bloodshot/ sleepy eyes. i gave him some B/S that i had been up all night doing assignments at an internet cafe. He let me go. it was only when i got home that i realized that i had left 6 joints in my pocket and had forgotton about them. thankfully i didn't get searched.
i come from a country where having more than 10 ecstasy pills on you counts as trafficking drugs which carries the death sentence. then again if you have money you can always bribe your way out.
story number 3. this happened just a few days back. i was this friend of mine chilling in the car on the beach when this police car pulls up beside me and the cops come out. one of them points and mp5 at my window and asks me to get out of the car. they then ask for our id's.my friend who happens to be korean didn;t have her passport on her which the cops weren't very pleased about. they were all up for taking us back to the station to do a thorough check and all that. i gave them $30 and they left us alone. the funny thing is, this happened at the exact spot where me and my friend trip at for the past 1 month. also we were supposed to go there and smoke some joints but i had forgotten to buy any weed. needless to say.. i wont be doing any funny stuff there anymore. pity..it was a really nice place. surrounded by trees...on the beach.. peacefull and quiet.
lots more stories but i cant seem to think straight right now.
SilverFeniks
Bluelighter
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Wow, I never thought I'd have anything to contribute to this thread ...
but exactly a week ago (to the MINUTE), my friend and I, who'd left my house 10 minutes before, rolled up on a giant police roadblock .. i didnt even know they did those here. Since we were two young white guys cruising in a modified honda we instantly got diverted for secondary inspection ... we knew we were in trouble since i was holding a bong and we had bud in the car. Trying to hide a bong from the police in a tiny car proved useless and we immediately got taken out of the car and violated. Lucky for me, in the madness preceeding our pulling up to a stop a small tin with some weed near me got shoved down into the seat, and the police didn't see it, so they let me go even though I'd been harboring the bong. my friend wasn't so lucky though.
That's the last time i ever ride in a car with drugs, shit.
but exactly a week ago (to the MINUTE), my friend and I, who'd left my house 10 minutes before, rolled up on a giant police roadblock .. i didnt even know they did those here. Since we were two young white guys cruising in a modified honda we instantly got diverted for secondary inspection ... we knew we were in trouble since i was holding a bong and we had bud in the car. Trying to hide a bong from the police in a tiny car proved useless and we immediately got taken out of the car and violated. Lucky for me, in the madness preceeding our pulling up to a stop a small tin with some weed near me got shoved down into the seat, and the police didn't see it, so they let me go even though I'd been harboring the bong. my friend wasn't so lucky though.
That's the last time i ever ride in a car with drugs, shit.
jimbu
Bluelighter
4 guys in a car parked in like a sorta carpark next to a river in a quiet street..... windows are up, we're all kinda ripped already, and have pot on us.
suddenly we see some headlights come down the street, it's a cop car! they slow to an almost stop as they drive past us, but then drive off. it was a cold night, and the windows were all fogged up, so i don't think they saw that the car was full of people. phew.
suddenly we see some headlights come down the street, it's a cop car! they slow to an almost stop as they drive past us, but then drive off. it was a cold night, and the windows were all fogged up, so i don't think they saw that the car was full of people. phew.
blahblahblah
Bluelighter
I was sitting at a red light and a cop pulls up next to me we both look at each other and than look back at the red light. I happen to have just snorted a bag of heroin and the CD case was laying on the seat with dust powder still on it, I had 4 more bags of heroin in a tape case holder (in plain view), a rolled up 20$ bill laying on the seat, and a golfball sized nugget in the glovebox.
The light turns green and BOOM halfway thru the intersection the cops (2 in the car) hit there lights and pull me over. I had no time to stash anything before they were up on my car on both sides. First thing they say is "Get out of the car" (which is completely normal for where I was located in Chicago and you dont argue) thru me in the back of the squad. I thought I was fuct, sitting back there watching them dig around in my car than one of them comes back and says "Your going to jail" for what I exclaim? For this weed as he shows me the bud, ahh shit I beg come on man its a small amount blahblahblah. Than the other cop comes back and throws the rolled up 20$ at me and says "This yours?", I was just like uhh.
Long story short they missed the dope but took me in for the fucking 2 gram bud. All because I wasnt wearing my seatbelt on memorial day weekend.
The light turns green and BOOM halfway thru the intersection the cops (2 in the car) hit there lights and pull me over. I had no time to stash anything before they were up on my car on both sides. First thing they say is "Get out of the car" (which is completely normal for where I was located in Chicago and you dont argue) thru me in the back of the squad. I thought I was fuct, sitting back there watching them dig around in my car than one of them comes back and says "Your going to jail" for what I exclaim? For this weed as he shows me the bud, ahh shit I beg come on man its a small amount blahblahblah. Than the other cop comes back and throws the rolled up 20$ at me and says "This yours?", I was just like uhh.
Long story short they missed the dope but took me in for the fucking 2 gram bud. All because I wasnt wearing my seatbelt on memorial day weekend.