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close calls with drugs

hmmm, I live in Holland, and although they might ignore a quantity beneath 10pills(bouncers do, they just take them from you and put `m away), the limit is 1 pill, or 1 gram of coke/speed/heroin. If it`s your first fuckup, you just get a warning, 2nd one, you get a fine. And I don`t think you can ever go to jail for 1 pill, 1gram of harddrugs, but the fine gets higher everytime. It`s been a while since I checked all this out though, so it might have changed. It was like this a year ago anyway.
 
I was at a party when one my friend's runners got jumped & beaten up. As a bunch of cops & security guards reached the scene my friend handed me a handful of pill bottles & baggies, saying "here, these belong to me & T.; I'll deal with security, you get the hell out of here!" A cop arrived and caught me with with a big handful of drugs in his flashlight beam. I gathered it all up, tucked it in my hoodie pocket & just ran. I guess he either hadn't gotten a good look at me or was simply busy dealing with the fight because no one followed me. I ended up finding my room-mate, slipped him the stash of drugs & told him, "I'll get these back from you later today. Until we get home, you don't know me and I don't know you." I was pretty freaked out by the experience, but I was lucky. It would have really sucked to have been busted with all those pills.
 
well this was my thread and now I have somnething to contribute, not directly a close call with drugs, but its related.

I was at school, this was a friday, and me and some friends were gonna smoke on the weekend, I knew a guy who had a bunch of weed on him at school, and was gonna buy from him later in the day. I'm in my 2nd period as someone comes to the door, talkes to the teacher, then the teacher walks over to me, grabs my stuff, and tells me that i need to go to the office. Turns out my asswipe of a friend had implicated me in something he had done, I was there for 4 hours being interrogated, they told me all this evidence they had against me for something i didnt do, they searched my shit, but thank god i hadn't bought the weed yet, and had nothing on me. In the end they just called my parents to come get me, they had no evidence on me (since i actually didnt do this) but my parents of course didnt believe me. That is why for like 3 weeks i had been absent from my computer and shit, I couldnt do anything. Eventually after some maneuvering on christmas I got everything back, and am finally ready to go buy that weed and smoke out again.
 
oh, i forgot to mention the rest of it, my friend who i was gonna buy from got busted at almost the same time I was taken out, word is he got busted with like 20 vics and lke an ounce of weed on school grounds...no one has seen or heard from him since...I guess i need to find a new dealer lol
 
Another I've just gotten around to posting:

A friend had been living in florida for almost a year, and was going back up north to come home. They had xanax, oxy80s, and 100/ug fent patches; at least ten of each (one of which they were perscribed to). This person carried all of it through airpost security, even though their traveling companion offered to carry some of it this person didn't want BOTH of them to be fucked, should something go awry. Their thinking was that since they were all pharms, dogs wouldn't detect them and had agreed that if womething went wrong, they didn't know eachother.

THey carried everything on their person. Well my friend gets through almost fine (the one with everything), cause they had been careful not to be wearing anything metal, etc. But my friend did set off the metal detector, so the guy comed up with the wand, and the first place he scans is his belt area, and pats him down around the waist (where he had all his patches stashed). They made him take off his belt and walk through again and all was fine, even though my friend was worried that the patches would fall out, but they didn't.

The other person goes through and sets off the alarms big time. That person stupidly gave attitude, and shouted "Hey at least I'm not trying to smuggling narcotics through security or anything like that, RIGHT?, RIGHT!?!" looking at the other travelers. Then they looked at their companion who had already gone though and security approached my friend. My friend denied being with that "nutcase" but was only looking at him because he was causing a scene. They let him go and he got up here fine.
 
A bunch of us (5-6 cars, 10-15 people) were all sitting in this trail through the woods rolling joints, when suddenly I heard a car. When I look up there are 3 sherriff cars pulling into the woods. I threw all my stuff and ran. My friend threw 2 sacks, of one of which landed about 15 feet away.. the other got stuck in a tree about 5 feet way only about 3 feet off the ground. Somehow they didn't see it and we all got away. (i made it into the woods.)

Another time me and a friend were walking down the street in the middle of the night when we see 2 cops drive by, I decide to throw my stash, but he holds on to his.. Turns out they came back and busted us, but i got away with no charges due to being clean.
 
One time me and my friend rolled up to the city to buy some dope and when we approached the dealers, they asked how much we wanted. We said we wanted 3 vials .. so he throws 3 in the car and starts walking away. I thought this was odd because he didn't collect his money, then his friend on the corner started yelling "FAT BOY FAT BOY!!" and they all started running... well I look behind us and there is a cop car rolling up to us. My friend turns the corner and the cop throws the lights on, that's when my friend throws the vials out the window. My friend pulled over and it was shortly after that when 6 more cop cars rolled up along with a patty wagon. They told my friend to get out of the car and for me to stay seated. After having him sitting on the corner for 15 minutes and speaking to him, they came up to my window and asked me what my name was (they didn't search or ask for an ID). All they said to me was, 'you guys look like college kids in the bad part of town, you stick out like a sore thumb out here... dont ever come back, get out of here." He showed me that they had recovered the vials too... We probably could have kept 2 vials and they wouldn't have known... anyways.. I'm glad nothing happend close call.. haven't been back :)
 
me and a friend got arrested while chilling at a park while rolling....the cops told us that a person saw us trying to break into cars a few blocks away....those must have been some GREAT pills because I don't remember attempted theft whatsoever that night.

Fucking pigs, I hope those bastards who arrested us die, they are suck-ass cops who make me believe the police force is shit.
 
One night I was chillingn with two friends, one of whom is shitfaced drunk and the other is driving. We drive by a cop, and the driver says, "lookout, its a cop." The drunk goes, "Man, FUCK them cops," and gives them the finger.

So we get pulled over. I'm in the back seat and they accuse me of trying to hide a can of spray paint, and ask me if I was huffing it (I wasn't) after that they pretty much leave me alone because the drunk is bouncing off the walls, shouting obsenities and such. They throw him in the back of a squad car and he starts kicking the windows....

By now me and the driver are both sitting on the cold street at 2AM, with like 6 squad cars. People rubberneck as they go by and the cops are asking my friend if the drunk was giving him a BJ because his fly was down.

The car got impounded, the drunk and the driver got arrested, and I got a ride home with the driver's mom's boyfriend's mom.

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A couple weeks later I'm drinking with the same two guys, and they get pulled over and arrested minutes after dropping me off. They found a bag of rock in the car that they didn't even know was there (it was the driver's mom's boyfriend's)

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Earlier this year me and a friend are sitting in a parking lot outside a restaurant, and I'm rolling a blunt. Who should enter the lot but a cop. He pulls up right next to me, and both our windows are down.

"What are you boys up to?"
"Nothing."
"Carry on."

and he drives away. So did we, as soon as he was gone.

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Oh yeah! One more story, I promise.

A few good friends and I are hanging out at the basketball court down the street from where I live. We are just hanging out, sitting on the back of my truck. Three of us are tripping pretty hard, and theres an ounce of nugs in my glove compartment.

Well, some other kids show up, in a civic with what appeared to be 17 people inside. They proceed to act all loud and drunk. Down the street, a group of ten kids, young ass kids, like 7-8 year olds, are playing outside. This is kind of weird because its like one in the morning.

The drunks leave, and we are alone with these kids. I don't know which group was responsible for the police coming, it could have been either, but they show up anyhow. One after another after another after another. Pretty soon there are literally 8-9 police cars around.

"what are you kids doing out here?"
"hanging out."
"go home."
"ok."

so we drove away.

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sorry about length, but i figure its better than making 3 posts..
 
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i was driving to my friends house and we had about 5 grams of bud on us. im driving with a missing headlight. we get pulled over and the first thing the cop asks me after he asks if i knew i had a headlight out was 'how much dope have you smoked tonite?'. i told him i didnt smoke any. he pulled me and my friend out of the car and searched us and put us in the back of the car. he found my friends bud, but not mine. and then he tells us to go stand by the car. he then drives away. the bud is laying on the front seat and i was stoned off my ass and he knew it. it was crazy. i thought i was gonna get arrested for sure.
 
Well, my parents have caught me plenty of times drinking and driving, totally ripped, loaded on pills, stealing their pills, whatever. They never really did anything, and now they just ignore it all. But anyway...

One day I was at my grandma's house when I jacked about 20 vicodins from her medicine cabinent. I was then in the kitchen talking to her and my cousin, and I go to pull something out of my pocket and like 3 vicodins fall to the ground. I just look at them for a few seconds, then pick them up, and the conversation continues as if NOTHING has happened. Considering the image I project to my family, they probably just never suspect drugs.

Another time I had taken an OC80, drank a few beers about an hour later, and then proceeded to drive around town with my buddy because we were bored. It was about 1 in the morning downtown, on a three lane boulevard. We were in my new car, which oddly enough didn't have automatic headlights like my truck before. So anyway, I am driving through town, swerving across the lanes while speeding because I was trying to avoid the sprinklers getting my car dirty. I then had to shott across 3 lanes to make the left turn onto my road when the cop comes right onto my ass, lights shining. I first stop right on the side of the road in front of some cafe, where I realize my lights aren't on, so I turn them on, and he tells me on his loudspeaker to move forward. So he comes up to my car, and the first thing he asks is if the car is mine, and then for my DL. He then asks who I was trying to impress back there, and I told him I wasn't used to manually turning on the headlights, and I had to swerve a few times to avoid the sprinlers. My eyes are totally bloodshot, its late at night and my pupils are constricted, and I've got alcohol on my breath. He ponders my response for a few seconds, and then says "have a good night" and takes off. It was pretty fuckin funny I thought.
 
Another story. Just smoked some pot in my truck in my driveway (I lived in the country in a huge orchard at the time), and we were all getting out of the truck to get some food. All the pot and EVERYTHING was on the center console, but my friend decided to place it under the seat in case someone came down the driveway. Well, I shut the door, got some good, came back, and I had locked my keys inside. My spare keys were in the center console, and I had to call AAA to open my truck up, which came well after my parents got back home. I was fuckin lucky my friend put the shit under the seat, we woulda been fucked by my parents at that time (15, no prior drug use or partying or anything).

Oh, and this is just stupid. I was backing out of the garage, stoned, in my mom's suburban when I hit something. It was the garage door, I hadn't opened it, lol. There was a pretty big dent in the door, and the burb's bumper was scratched. I went right inside, told my parents, and then went on my way, after opening the garage door.
 
i was rollin my bud up to put it away and my mom walked in i threw that shit under my pillow, and she saw, but didnt see wat i was hiding, i told her i wouldnt let her see, she suspected drugs, or porn, i said it was way worse then porn and told her i had a pocket pussy under my pillow and it worked!
 
eye kant spehll said:
she suspected drugs, or porn, i said it was way worse then porn and told her i had a pocket pussy under my pillow and it worked!
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hahahaha, brilliant =D
 
I remember back in 2000, me and my best mate were running pills (not directly selling, just gettin a free bean for every 4 beans we had clients for our drug boss). Well my boy got caught by security at the club and they took him outside for a search done by the cops.

My boy was in luck, he had 10beans lined up on the bottom of his cargo pocket and when the cop shoved his hand in the pocket he tapped the bottom edge of the inside of the pocket and missed the beans. My mate stopped running pills from then on. Funny thing I noticed was that another nite someother dude got caught with about 15 beans in a baggie and I was working bouncer and the cop was asking what they were. I was like, I got no clue sir, let me see them, as I drooled over the baggie.
 
^^^LOL.. Lucky you!

One time when I was home from college for the weekend my friends and I were smoking on my patio at my moms house... thinking she wouldn't be home for a while. We're about to roll a j so there's a pile or two of broken up weed about to be rolled on the table.
Then my mom comes home.... great... so the only thing around to cover up all this weed is a deck of cards. So my bf takes a few cards and puts them down to cover up the pot and I grab a few cards so it looks like we're actually playing.

Of course my nosy mother comes over and asks "What are you playing?" and as I'm stoned trying to think of an answer my wonderful boyfriend mumbles "hide the pot" just well enough for me to hear and start cracking up. She final left, she probably knew I was stoned, and I ended up telling her about it later and we both got a laugh out of it. (She knows I smoke but I didn't know how cool she would be with me smoking at her house, she's paranoid about that kinda shit.)
 
the one time i have been close to getting caught was by my brother. although i think that he is a massive cokie, he doesnt want me to get involved blah blah blah all that big brother crap. anyway he finds out that i am going to a big rave in the city and cracks it at me and says i cant go (i was living at his house at the time as my parents were away and i wasnt quite old enough to drive myself anywhere...this was about 2 yrs ago)...anyway he cracks it and we have this big massive fight, yelling, punching, the works...

the next day i go out and he searches through all my stuff, my bags, my make up, everything. i had the ticket to the rave in one of my handbags, in the little zip compartment on the side, i also had a baggie with about 8 pills in there as well, as i had bought them for all of my friends. i come home and he proceeds to tell me that i am banned from going to this rave, so im like 'whatever, get f'ed' and he shows me the ticket in which he tears up into tiny pieces....(lost $80 by him doing that) but i am absolutely freaking out at this stage because i know that the ticket was in the same tiny compartment as the pills. so i am under the impression that he has my pills and will tell my parents, meaning i am royally fucked. i run to my room, slam the door and lean against it so he cant get in and check my handbag...amazingly the zip compartment is still open and the pill baggie is sticking out of the top! wtf?! he must have grabbed the ticket and gotten so mad that he didnt see the pills....anyway he did find an empty baggy which had a little bit of powder inside, just remanants of whatever was in there last, and i convinced him that it was the bag that my belly ring came in...not sure he believed that though...and i didnt end up going to the rave, but i still had the pills.

me and my bro have an understanding now that im older...he stays out of my business and i stay out of his....cos he knows now that i know hes a cokie =D
 
the second time i ever got high was with this guy i was dating, A. he wants to be a cop and the night before he had gone on a ride along. anyways, we were sitting in his car smoking a couple of bowls and hot boxing the car. so we were finished and started driving. we got rolled about 5 min later, the windows were still foggy. the cop comes up to the window, smells the car, and asks us all to step out of the car. Everyone in the car had weed on them/ A recognizes him as the cop he was on the ride along with the night before and says "hey! i went on a ride along with you last night" the cop looks at him and says "hey ya, your a cool kid... i guess i can let ya kids go this time". wow it was so close it was insane. i was shitting my pants, well not literally.

i hate talking to my parents when im high, my extreme paranoia sets in.
 
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