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close calls with drugs

about 30 minutes before i got to my middle skool i go to our smoke pit and meet up with my buddie and two other stupid stoner kids i chill with.we start chattin and lighting up bowls and joint and just gettin blazed before skool starts.after we smoked som tokes i had a dart and started to walk up a foresty path to the skool.on the way there,our hurtin principal who is a real pecker meets us and smells us and tells the two dummys to go to his office cuz they rank like chronic, even tho we werent on the skool grounds and skool didnt start yet.me and my buddie tell him we just had a ciggaret and we were walking from the market to buy munchies before skool starts.he beleives us or sees that we dont really care and arent all freaked out like the other two dummies.

so i go to class feelin nice and high talkin to the hottie next to me when i hear my name and my buddie's name called to the office.so im walkin there feelin like oh shit there gonna raost me and all that.i grab the quarter oz in my pocket and stash it in my bag real good and then throw it in my locker.

im in the office and the vice principle who is all good starts saying that the two dummies ratted me out for selling and supplying the weed they toked with.im real choked now so im all like hahaha yea rite your full of it but just in case its true i told her the two dummies stashed there pipes by a tree and that i wasnt smokin nothin and that all i had was a cig.she goes and find the pipes and the two kids get 5 days.after a while of being fried having to talk my way out(im real good at this:D)they search my pockets i give them my rolleys and they gave me one day,just because im a shit disturber and iv been in trouble 35 times since skool started and it was only feb.

anyways sorry for the long storry all im tryin to say is never rat anybody out no matter how much shit your in and if u do expect to get it worse and then beat up:D yea the two dummies only got off with a smack only because they were little bitches:D
 
i got a few to contribute.


once me and my friend walked out of school to light up a pipe. we walk to a playground at some nearby apartment complex. we finish smoking and just lay out. soon enough a cop comes by. at the time i was wearing these a&f cargo pants with a small pocket at the bottom of the pant where the herb and piece was. he searched us but since they were kinda baggy, they overlapped the pocket and he found nothing. lucky us..


another time goin to a rave in the bronx at key skate, me and 2 friends are outside waiting for the line to dissipate. one friend decides to roll an L on the corner.....while hes doing this an undercover cop car pulls up and 3 guys get out. they put us up against the wall and search us. he finds my friends herb, my other friends herb and before they could search my i whipped out my bag of shrooms and gave it to em. i was scared as fuck thinking we were gonna get arrested right then and there.

turns out they were just looking for pills.....and the most amazing part is they actually handed us the stuff back. i was shocked.
 
^^damn i thought cool cops like that were only in amsterdam and some of the other morel iberal european countrys
 
toolazy2think said:
^^damn i thought cool cops like that were only in amsterdam and some of the other morel iberal european countrys
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No kidding, here got busted for havin like an 1/8th of shrooms and some stems ... he got a misdeamenor DUI charge but felony drug charge. Consider yourself lucky!
 
A friend of mine and myself had just left his house and were riding our bikes back to my house (we were just 15 at the time, didn't drive). This was at about 12:05 am. As we get onto the street on our bikes, my friend who's wearing really long, baggy jeans does not want to get his pants caught in the spokes, so he rolles them up abit. We then start riding to my house, but don't even get 30 seconds from his house when 4 cop cars (I know this sounds far-fetched, especially in a small quiet neighbourhood) swarm around us, and all the cops scream for us to stop, and get off of our bikes. We do so, and the cops start immediatly giving us a bullshit story, saying they had "reports of gun-shot sounds" in the neighbourhood (a crock of shit. a quite neighbourhood, populated mainly by elderly european people, in which me and my friend had been sitting in his backyard all night. We heard nothing resembling even a fucking bird chirping). Anyway, i have my pipe and a bag of what remains of my reefer in my utility pocket on my shorts, as well as 1 pill of E, and i'm ripped out of my mind, which is evident by the dead-givaway smell, red eyes, slightly idiotic speech etc. My friend (who had quit weed at that time), was arguing with this bitch cop, asking why the fuck we were being pulled over for nothing. Imediatly, the cop starts searching him. I begin to freak out, knowing i'm next, and i become so scared that my voice goes all trembly, and my body literally begins to shake abit, which is noticable because i'm holding a bag of cookies (munchies lol) and they shakin all over in the bag. The 1 cop finishes searching my friend, and finds nothing, but for some reason keeps searching him a bit more. He then comes over to me to pat me down and search me. He begins patting me down and JUST when he's like an inch or so away from my pocket with my shit in it, the other cop, still in his car, tells his asshole buddy to stop, and calls me over to the car. I walk over, still nervous as fuck, dropping a few cookies from the bag as I walk over, and he starts asking me basic questions, name, have u been in trouble with the law, etc. I'm still shaking like a fiend, and am no controlling the volume of my voice at all. When asked 'if I've been in trouble before', I practically shout at the officer, "with the law!! Hell NO!", to which my friend begins to have a good laugh while he stands aside with the other cops, who tell him to shut the fuck up. The cop keeps asking me questions, and i begin to get suspicious because he's no longer asking questions about me, but he keeps asking me question after question about my friend, yet they never questioned my friend at all, only me. The particular cop in the car, I'm sure could tell I was high as a kite, but was a hell of alot nicer to me then the others. after his questions, he asked if where I was going, and i explained that I was just on my way home and that i needed to be home for 12:30 (it was about 12:25 now). He started being very nice and apologetic, saying 'sorry for the trouble, you guys can go home, just keep out of trouble' etc. I thanked the officer with the most stoned looking smile on my face that you can imagine, thanking the officer in a loud "THANKS SO MUCH SIR!" as if he had just saved my life, and with that i hopped on my bike, and my friend and I booked it the fuck out of there. Eventually i told my friend that they were asking all about him, and he then explained to me that they probobly were suspicious of his sted-dad whom was living with him at the time. Apparently, his step-dad was a dealer and also running a grow-op, (which i didn't know at the time, though later i grabbed from him quite often after that lol). Unfortunatly, several months later, his house was raided and some plants and things (not much at all) were found in his room. I'm not sure what happened to him however, as he has not been sentenced yet, and this happened quites some time ago, which is the strange part. I'm not sure if he was really prosicuted at all....anyway....the point is, i'm glad i didn't get caught, and that was my close call. -->> Since then, I've been pinched by my parents twice for mushrooms, and the second time for mushrooms, ecstasy and reefer. strangely, my mother found my pipe one day, but did NOT know it was for weed. she thought it was for smoking tobacco, and told me to get rid of it. Even stranger was that to find the pipe, she had to go through my drawer where i hid my E, which was literally RIGHT under the pipe. she missed the E completly. -->> Another close call I had was at school, When i had an E in my pocket along with my bowl and reefer, and had been out to smoke at lunch. As my friends and I arrived back at school, the Prinicipal was waiting right at the entrance for us! This imediatly set off the most scared and paniked feeling I've ever felt in my life(besides the cop incident), but he told us to follow him to his office, which we did. When we arrived, the VP was in there as well. I was the first in the line of me and my friends to walk into the room, and as I got in, ripped and scared out of my skull, I tripped over my own fucking foot and fell over, clipping the side of my head on the Prinicipal's desk. My friends looked scared as fuck, and thought that i was gonna give them away because of my clumsy-ass mistakes, which were evident. I got back up, apologised in a manic way -'sorry, oh my God sorry! is your desk ok!? sorry lol'), and then stood at the end of my friends. The principal and VP both asked 'well boys, do you have something to tell us?....", we looked at eachother, and said "such as?". The VP said, 'well if you have anything to say, or show us, now would be the best time to do it'. Again we looked at eachother, and then i sed "such as?" again. They simply said, "alright, just admit it guys". We thought we were done, and then, my friend blurts out "OK, just what the fuck are you accusing us off?". Turns out, some1 implicated us in a supposed "firecracker" explosion out in front of the school. We all began talking at once, trying to explain a story about how we had no part in this firecracker thing, but trying to not give away that we were out smoking joints ofcourse. We all talked over eachother, and our stories were all different ranging from " we just went to go get lunch at the mcdonalds down at such-n-such" to " well we had to go down to the nursing home to visit 'blank's' grandmother". The Principal and VP, eventually just looked at us all, and said " you kids get way too much time for lunch. get to class, and be here on time next time around, or you got detention" and that was that. We were so relieved, we all just got out and laughed and, "blank" was just like "yes, mates, there is a God, and his name maryjane.", which was kind of a fucked thing to say at the time, but ah well. anyway, sorry for the length. better than muti-posting i guess:\
 
I was in my computer room (no door) mixing up a 100mg shot of crystal meth. Put the needle in my arm, registered, the moment I started pushing down the plunger, dad walked through the front door. I then proceeded to inject 60units of solution in less then a second. I took the needle out, capped it, threw it in a draw, covered my arm with a tissue but had to throw it away because my dad came in.

Basically he started talking to me, and I was rushing. IV Meth users would be able to relate to the sheer power, where it gets so strong your vision nearly completely gives out. I was talking, but I didn't know what about, I couldn't really see him, because my vision was so blurred.

I got out of it alright, but damn that was crazy :D
 
Getting caught at school

I went to a really uptight private school where everyone was governed by money. My family doesn't have close the amount of money to have a lake named after them or a street, but in my view we are well off. Anyway, had my schedule set up so that every two classes I would have a break (study hall and lunch), and during these periods I would leave campus and smoke in my car. One day, after returning from a massive smoke, the dean comes down to the study hall and asks me to come to his office. Scared as shit, I went. When I got in, he shut the door and said to me that the secretary had smelled pot on me when I signed back into school. Well, I thought I was screwed anyway, so I told him that I smoke between classes (off campus of course). He looked at me blankly, and asked me how my grades were. I told him that I had pulled my shitty 2.0 from last year to a 3.8, and marijuana was motivator which caused my improvement. (It was true because it slowed by thinking down and I could concentrate). We sat there is silence for a good minute or two, and say said to me, "Next time you come back from study hall, please spray Febreeze on yourself. Don't let on to the other students that you smoke, it's just between us." How cool is that?
 
GrOwThSpUrT said:
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.
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I thought it was only weed they were relaxed about - didnt know u could get away with pills, coke and herion - thats pretty cool!
 
I was up on a hill in my hometown, a little hangout near the ghetto... So anyway we had a few J's going around and plenty of beer. As we were chilling up there the po's came flying up with their sirens on. I was like "oh shit" and immediately started running jumping through the trees down the hill, gettting all cut up by thorns and shit. I stumbled out into the ghetto and ran into a nearby restraunt and called up a buddy on my cell. 4 or 5 of my friends god arrested and one or two others excaped. Turned out the police weren't after us they were trying to pull a sting on some dealers that were supposed to meet up on the hill. Anyways, somehow i managed to get away, but it was difficult to explain how my clothes were so ripped up and dirty ot my parents..

that was about the closest call with the po's i have ever had and hope i never have to deal with shit like that again.
 
I was smoking with 5-8 people in a backwoods area on a small dirt road through the woods in our "secret spot" rolling some joints when suddenly three sherrif's pull in and start asking us what we were doing and searching our stuff. Luckely we hid all the weed under a big rock and they never found it.

Another time I was walking on the side of the road with a friend at around 2:30 am. When suddenly 3 cops drive by, i throw my stash and i see them turn around in a driveway up ahead, my friend decides to keep his. Turned out to be the difference between getting busted and making it away.
 
Nearly got caught by a cop rolling some joints in a parking lot, we pulled away into some heavy traffic. Lost him I guess...I hope.;)
 
About seven years ago, I'd been partying with an ex-bf and his friends. I'd been rolling most of the night and had about five tabs on me that I was planning to save. About 2 a.m., we started home -- I was still rolling and my ex was sober and driving.

Anyway, the police thought he pulled out of a convenience store too fast and pulled us over. It didn't seem to matter he didn't have enough time or distance to exceed the speed limit, or that his tires never chirped or anything. To them, all we were was two weirdos riding in a truck covered with Bad Religion and Operation Ivy stickers. Likely enough of a probable cause for them...

Anyway, they got us out and searched his truck. He hid his pot so they didn't find it (under his scrote, hehe), but they found his pipes. :| They proceeded to search me then, frisked me, and looked all through my purse. They didn't actually open anything inside, or else they would have found my pills. I didn't find out until later just how lucky I was they didn't.

He was lucky too, because they gave him a choice to either destroy his pipes or go to jail.

Fucking cops... 8(
 
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had a really close call with my parents this weekend, thought I'd share. (copied, pasted and edited from an aim convo, I didnt feel like typing it out twice. So if the wording/format seems wierd, that's why)

ok, my dad left to go pick my mom up from the hospital, so I'm bored and smoke a bowl. Then I remember that this kid owes me a bunch of Seroquel pills (they're good for sleep/comedowns), so I drive to pick them up, then smoke a bowl or two with him, chill, and come home. The weed's really good stuff, so I'm blazed out of my mind now. I count the pills, and chill at home for a while, eat a box of ritz bits, and try in vain to watch a movie. At this point I've had like 4-5 bowls of really good shit over about a 2-3 hour span. Now I'm still really stoned, and the garage starts opening, I scramble, and throw all my pipes, money, and bag in my spot, but I can't find the pills.

So I'm looking all over, my parents are in the house, I just keep tracing the steps from the door to my room (only places I rememberd going) then I think I might have left them in my dads car, still stoned I stumble out there to "check if it's locked", not there.

So I walk back in the house, walk into the kitchen trying not to show myself freaking out, my dads in front of me and has already walked through the kitchen, sitting on the counter is a rolled up baggie with 20 gold pills in it. He walks right past it, I follow him and pocket the pills on my way

Then I go back to my room and enjoy the rest of the buzz. :)
 
^^ wow, heh.

I've had my 'kit' layin in plain view, door open of my room, when my mom was doing all this stuff in it. I totally forgot I had it open.

Smoking weed and my parents unexpectedly come home...

About to bake brownies and my brother comes home, asks to steal a bit of the dough. Luckily I hadn't mixed any marijuana in it at that point. Project aborted..
 
Once got stopped by the police and questioned about people going in the graveyard late at night, as we'd just come out of it.

They recognised one of my mates and when my mate Rob went to get a cigarette, they asked him what was in his pockets.

Which was a cigarette packet containing several cigs, a joint and an ounce of hash. Fortunately, they seemed quite happy just to be shown the packet, and not it's contents.
 
lets see... this one time i had just picked up a sack of weed for my dad who was in town at my grandmas. i had to drive to another town to get it, and on the way back to my grandmas house, i pass the highway patrol and i was speeding. my sister was in the car with me, and i started freaking out about the weed... i asked her what to do with it, she said give it to me and she threw it out the window. well, the cop pulled us over and starts asking me where the drugs are, he knows i have them... this was really freaking me out cause i was like wtf, is this cop psychic? so he tells my sister to open the glove box, and she can't get it open. he starts getting pissy with her then finally says forget it! and tells me to get out of the car. as i'm getting out, my sister opens the glove box and says I GOT IT OPEN then looks in and see's my pipe! by this time the cop was at the back of the car and just yelled back FORGET IT! WHEW thought i.

anyway, i stand at the back of the car and the cop is going through my backseat. the bright idea hits me to take the rolling papers out of my wallet and throw them under the cop car, even though they're legal, i was still freaking out. so, finally the cop comes back to me and asks "what did you throw out a while ago?" i'm thinking... shit, he saw me throw those papers under his car? so i told him it was rolling papers, and he said "why? those are legal, you know" and i said, well sorry i'm really nervous right now, and i'm not thinking clearly.

so anyway, turns out i had warrants out in 2 counties for traffic tickets so the cop took me in. it wasn't until later that i realized that what he was refering to when he asked me what i threw out was 'what did i throw out the window'. if i had known that, i'd have been flustered and definitely busted because i wouldn't have known what to say. and the weed was clearly visible fluttering in the breeze in its baggie beside the road as i was in the cop car being taken to the station! i saw it, the cop didn't

so anywho, my dad comes to the station, he has his student loan money on him, pays 700 bucks to bail me out... and that same day i drive back home, grab my government grand money, 700 bucks, and pay HIM back lol

thanks US govt for paying for all that ;)

well turns out my dad
 
While I was in High School I went to a boarding school and I had way too many close calls but i will just write up the two most rediculous ones in my opinion.

At my private school you had to checck into your dorm at 12 a.m. unless you have permission to leave for the weekend. One saturday night i took corciden cough and cold (dxm) (skittles) i took the whole box 16 pills at about 10:30 p.m. I figured i wouldnt be tripping too hard when i check in, but wow i was wrong. I could hardly walk i had to hold onto the walls. Instead of just walking in the room to check in with my dorm parent i peaked my head in and said, Hey, I am checking in". He said, "hey, you dont have to be afraid to come in" I knew when he looked at me how dialated my pupils were and how fucked up i was and how fucked up i looked. He asked me if i had had a couple of beers or something, and i denied everything, and had a 5 minute conversation with him that i never remembered but somehow i got off.

The worste thing was when i smoked a bowl in my dorm room in the morning. One of my dorm parents woke up early to walk the dog and smelled my room. Luckily i was on the next floor because i had just borrowed some spray to get rid of the smell from my buddy and when i came back downstairs to go to my room i saw my dorm parent in my room with her dog barking and she was calling my name. I ran to the dining hall bathroom and hid for about 15 minutes and tried to calm down. I knew I was busted and i would be thrown out of school. I thought my life was over. I decided to get some breakfast and try to sober up before they came for me. My head dorm parent found me and brought me back to my room where i was questioned by all of my dorm parents. I denied everything and played it cool. Luckily, the spray i had used had kicked in so my room didnt smell anymore. So they couldnt smell it and when the dean came and asked if he would find anything if he searched my room I said, "absolutely not". Since I had already been room searched twice in the last 2 months without them finding anything. they decided not to search my room. I had about an eigth in my desk drawer and a bowl somewhere else, but i got off and some how graduated after 4 years of smoking pot almost every day and tripping at school a couple of times too. Thank god!
 
My friends wanted to go to a party 2 hours away, I had a really bad gut feeling about it but I went anyways. We ended up getting lost and couldn't drink (good thing!) because we had to leave pretty much as soon as we got there.
I fell asleep on the way back and I wake up to my boyfriend saying "what the fuck is going on?" and I see flashing lights and we're pulled over. I all I hear the cop say is something about tinted windows and he asked the driver if he's been drinking and to step out of the car. Next they had all of us get out and started searching the car. I see one of them pull out my purse which had my brand new pipe that I just got one week ago for my birthday in it. He pulls it out.

cop how old are you?
cop: 17.
cop: have you ever been arrested before?
me: no.
cop: well, this is your first time, put your hands behind your back
and he cuffed me and put me in the cruiser. then this asshole pig comes over and he asked me if it was my pipe and I wouldnt answer, then he smashed it right in front of me.
cop: we think it is the drivers pipe, not yours, im trying to help you out here just tell me the truth
cop: if you dont tell us, YOU will be charged with everything, your friends are saying its all on you (BULLSHIT, filthy pigs), they aren't really your friends are they? i dont see why you're protecting them.
then went to the other car and the one cop came back.
cop: what do your parents do?
me: my dads a mechanic
cop: im not saying being a mechanics a bad thing, but i couldnt even afford my kids fines.. you'd better make up your mind here.
cop: well, since you wont tell us, you're getting charged with everything. *calls some place and asks if theirs room for a female at some juvenile dentention place*
me: alright, if i tell you who's it is, I wont get charged with ANYTHING?
cop: let me ask my partner.
he comes back...
cop: well im suprised, and you will be too. (he babbles on about how in serving warrants they have to go and get you and since its so far away from where we were its an inconvience because their police force is so small or some crap)
cop: so, we're letting you go home.
me: are you sure? i wont get charged with anything?
cop: yes, but for our own knowledge, we'd like to know who's pipe it was, it was the drivers wasnt it?
me: why would you want to know if you're letting us go?
cop: just for us to know.
me: (silence)
cop: my partner smashed the evidence anyways, we can show it to you if you'd like
me: no. i just dont get why you must know if you're really going to let us go.
cop: how about if you call me and tell me, ill give you my card. would you like that better?
me: yeah.

and they uncuffed me and let me go. I sure as hell never called them. and that night I was the only one who WASNT stoned. :p
 
^^excellent fuckin job at handling the situation. you remained calm. you said nothin, so you got nothin. so many of my friends have bought into the pigs lies and bugged out. it's so easy to loose your ground while talking with them too. they will use every trick in the book to get you to admit something.

i wish more people were aware of their rights and how to use them. education is key.
 
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