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Close calls you've had with the feds but not arrested...

The closest I’ve ever gotten was this one…

I was a bit older at this point, just getting into the rave scene in my early 20’s. A buddy of mine was gonna toss me some DMT but had to go get his oil changed so left it in his mailbox.

(There’s lots of details I’ll have to omit on this one.)

As I’m driving up a couple blocks away I see a cop ahead of me so click my seatbelt on, as I get closer I see him look up and do a double take as if he was waiting for me.

Odd…

He then whips around and starts following me. At this point rule is never stop at the spot and keep going. Well what I saw next solidified that notion, as I approached his house I saw another K-9 unit parked right in front of his place.

I drive right past and turn down a road to exit the neighborhood, first cop still following me.

As I’m about to exit I see another cop and soon as I see him, the cop behind me lights me up. He pulls me over right across the street from the other cop who looks at me knowingly and then drives off.

All of this super odd. Note all I have is a pipe and weed so I’m not super panicked (despite being illegal).

Cop walks up and says “I saw you clicked you seatbelt on when you saw me.” Thing was I saw him LONG before he was ever able to see that happen. Not sure how he saw that.

He then asked me where I was going, I tried acting confused and did a good job. Told them looking for a friends house on such and such street but the neighborhood was also the same name so was able to use that to my advantage in my “stupidity.”

He then gave me a warning, and let me go. Instead of driving off, he followed me for another 15min until I pulled into a gas station.

I still to this day don’t know what happened. At first I thought did my buddy try to set me up? But it all seemed so sloppy and uncoordinated for that.

My guess is because he was military, his phone was watched and they saw these texts then decided try and stop it any way they could. They recognized my car, they had the neighborhood completely surrounded but the PD in that city is a bunch of fuck ups, they just hoped I was desperate enough to try to go back.

Fun times…. Don’t put drugs in mailboxes people.

-GC
 
Coming across the border from the US to Mexico with a BOATLOAD of ketamine drugs in my bag. I'm basically carrying a K-holed French kid across the border after 3 days of partying. I push him through and the CBP guy knew something was up. I had one change of clothes, 60 vials of ketamine, about 10,000 Valium, and an apple. I had kept the ketamine all wrapped up, bottled the valium... It was in a Jansport bag with a Deadhead stitched on it. Anyway, I push the French kid through (16 years old) and he stumbles through with the CBP guy giving him a look. Then I go up and the CBP guard says "You two are together?" I said that I found him in Rosarita (sp?) and he needed to get back to the states, but that we were not "together". CBP guy asks why I've been in Mexico for 3-4 days. I said "partying mostly".

He says "Your bag, open it." I open the bag. He looks inside. Bag is black. So I had wrapped the contraband in a black t-shirt. Because that's safe? Right? He pokes around in my bag and pulls the clothes out, but not the drugs. then he digs around the shirt and finds the apple. He proceeds to DRESS ME DOWN about bringing fruit into the country. He says "I knew that you were hiding something." I apologize and said the apples were really good. TO QUOTE "THE AGRICULTURAL STANDARDS ARE DIFFERENT IN THE UNITED STATES. YOU COULD KILL EVERYTHING!" He takes the apple and tells me to make sure the "messed up French kid" gets to a hostel to sleep it off.

I thought it was a trap. We hustled out of there fast as fuck.
 
not feds but ended up as a huge statewide investigation

me and my lil homie who was like a year younger than me but was 10x more connected were at a party like two counties from our spot.
well small town basketball means shit to some extent of these people, and our high school had just blew their shit all out. they started talking all kinds of shit & took it too far from the original conversation
so me and lil homie are fighting a group of like 8 people just us two
they jump us blah, blah. but that’s cool, we hop in the whip right after & homie made a call to someone he was connected
ended up having 3 cars all packed deep with knives and poles trying to like get the whole thing jumping

lil bro was told them leave the poles n just give them some cuts to remember what’s up
like 3 high school kids from our rival school got stabbed & 2 randoms that were there, state police pulled up the next day outside the front of the high school & drug us out like we were osama bin laden

we got the most high school clout for missing that case
 
Not drug or fed related but a funny cop story, me and 4 buddies were camping in the woods absolutely shit faced and didn't sleep. Drove out of the mountains and decided to go to this small town diner sunday around 9am.

All 5 of us are belligerent, my one friend has a broken nose were filthy dirty and have no place in this diner. This old guy is mugging us hard and my friend tells him off, people are yelling it's a shit show. We pay and go to leave but my one friend with the broken nose forgets to pay and walks out. The cops get called they roll up, the truck is surrounded by empty beer cans we were drinking in the parking lot.

They start asking where our friend is. We tell them we don't know and they say he can't hide from us he's going to the drunk tank. Meanwhile behind the cops about 100m away I see my friend they're looking for being full on carried out of a liquor store then thrown to the ground.

They drove off and never managed to track him down.

Another one but from a friend not myself, he was driving for a guy selling hard and down, they had just picked up 2 ounces of each and stopped to make a sale on the way home. The cops rolled by as it was going down and knew what was up. He tried to drive off down an alley then circled back into a crowded parking lot hoping they'd lost them. 2 cop cars pull up and rush up and pull them both out of the vehicle and find all the drugs. They're both arrested, he sits in holding for a while and gets a court date. He gets a good lawyer and goes to court gets off scott free because the police illegally pulled them out and searched the vehicle. I imagine if this was in America and not Canada he would've been completely fucked.
 
lol one time i drove to candada from detroit with the boyfriend of a friend in my trunk, like he had felony warrants, we were going to canada, so i hid him under everything in the car in the trunk. we go thru US into candada and get flagged for extra inspection. they are searching the car and get to the point of finding him and decide that it is too dirty to search and send us back into USA (like one bag away from discovering him..). USA searches too and doesnt find him. literally over 4 hrs later we pull him our fron trunk, drenched in sweat, about to die.

weird thing IS, i swear i heard him, while me and my two gf were around the corner, saying "i'm 19". but paparently was a hallucination and he was never found

all the sweat tho unless he douched himself with that water jug, couldnt have been fake..
 
Once when flying with some edibles in my back pack I got pulled aside for a pat down and explosive residue check(which actually happens allot to me for some reason) and they also went through my bags but didn't mention anything about it and let me go even though you could smell it from outside my bags. I had them mixed in with other junky snack food so if they suspected something they'd probably have to go through the trouble of testing all the food items in there which wouldn't of been worth their time.
 
I was 18 and it was a bright sunny 4/20 afternoon. My friend and I wanted to find an inconspicuous spot to toke and leave back to his place. The only spot that was available from the scorching heat was under this beautiful oak tree in a residential neighborhood. We visually scoped the area, and from what we could see it was a prime location. There were no plans to stay there longer than it took to hit it and leave.

We do the evil deed, and proceed to leave the spot. Once we are making our way out of the residential area an undercover cop passes by and looks at my eyes directly into my soul. I was freaking out, and this car had all the usual markings of an undercover vehicle. Solid black Ford Crown Victoria, various colored lights in the back window, and a full gamut of antennas strong enough to ping Mars. I'm sweating and know damn well this fine, outstanding police officer is going to turn around and bust my ass. Surprisingly, he just kept moving in his direction never straying or looking back.

What a relief I think to myself. That was a close call, and it was just over a year ago I was busted for smoking weed in a park with my friends (At the time, I really needed a better group to hang). Around 15 minutes passes and I'm making my way towards the freeway which is at the longest 5 minutes from safety. I look in my rear view mirror and catch a car driving at full speed over a dip and catching some serious air time. I check my rear view again and our free flying friend has gathered a tremendous distance, and is gaining on me at a fast pace. Shit, I look closer and it's a black and white coming within inches of my back bumper and just sitting there. I'm frantically yelling at my friend to hide anything that could be associated with the word narcotic. Of course we're smoking out of a bubbler, and as he goes to place the piece behind the seat (as if that's going to do anything) he knocks it over spilling delicious bong water over my back seat. Sweat dripping in my eye I turn on my signal on and proceed to enter the freeway. The cop instantly floors his car tailgating me for a quarter mile when out of nowhere he takes off to pass me.

The thoughts kept racing through my head - what the hell had just happened? Needless to say it was a sobering experience.
 
I was in my early 30's and my buddy invites me to check out Pechanga (sp?) Indian casino to do some quick gambling. It was a nice experience with nothing unusual to be found other than the piss drunk patrons wandering around the establishment. We end up staying the night since playing cards always last longer than you expect, especially when you find yourself on a roll. We get a room and tried to sleep off most the intoxication that occurred the prior night.

The next day I wake up extremely hung over and nauseous. I know for some reason the only thing that will help with this horrible feeling is my precious marijuana. Cursed is my luck, I left my stash in the car which involves getting dressed and making a long walk. I accept my fate and sloppily make my way to my car with the hope of filling my lungs with the sweet smoke my body craved. I arrive to my car, open the door, and get ready to do the one thing God created me to do. I throw some fresh buds in my piece and fire it up after a quick prayer to the cannabis gods. Right after the last breath of smoke exited my lungs and security golf cart comes out of nowhere and stops right behind my car.

I'm then instructed to open my door and exit the vehicle. Of course, even after just one hit opening the door provided a copious amount of smoke to exit the vehicle. The inquisitive security guard asked me what I was doing, but we knew it was all protocol leading up to my incarceration. I'm told to take the weed out of my car or pocket and bring it over to them. (LAPD would have had their hands all over me, but this time we were on Native American land!) Security guard informs me that though it's legal to use and carry marijuana in California, these laws do not apply to Native American land. I have my weed sack out now and I'm instructed to open it , dump it on the pavement, and smash it with my foot into the ground. Still somewhat stoned I comply thinking this is the craziest bust ever. The security guard says, "We welcome you back to our establishment any time, but we do not allow the consumption of marijuana." Security guard jumps back in his cart and takes off, and I'm thinking how very luck I was. Fuck going back there... haha
 
God..... I can't even count the times. One time a friend and I were buying crack off the street corner at 2AM, when my buddy makes the hand to hand I can see a cop rushing us from down the street. I hit the peddle and tell my friend to eat the crack. He takes one look at the rock in his hand and grabs the can and starts hitting it. The cop lights me up. My friend is still smoking out of the can, yelling at me to keep driving, while he takes another hit and the cop is still trying to pull us over as I coast down the road cop intow, while he finishes smoking. He finishes and quickly crushes the can and I pull over. Cops rip the car apart but the crack was gone.... Kept saying "I can smell it." Lol
 
I was driving at the beach with my buddies and we pass a car full of dudes and a chick in my car knew them. They were staying at some motel with a desk you had to walk past to hit the elevator. We get up to the room and start smoking when the police knock on the door. The cops come in and not wanting to get charged with the pot we were smoking I immediately plead my case of just being at the wrong place at the wrong time and telling them I'm scheduled to be deployed in a week.... A lie... Anyways they let me go. I'm underage and have trunk full of alcohol so I quickly dump it and sit there waiting for my friends to see what happened. I then see a Paddy wagon pull up and one of the cops come down. I ask him what's going on and he tells me I'm lucky and that my friends are getting arrested. Turns out the kids had several pounds of pot in their room.
 
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Wow i forgot i had made this thread. So many good replies and near misses. I will read them all properly once i wake up properly. Passsed out about 11pm n just woke up from a diazepam and temazepam haze lol.
I have a few more to add also keep it up guys makes for some good reading 👍🙏
 
One time I was in Nicaragua. I was deep deep into a K binge in a hole back when I was able to. Halfway thru a Khloe, a guy I rented a motorcycle comes barging Into my private room at a hostel. He was yelling at me in English, demanding I pay him $100 for a small scratch in the paint I probably didn't even do. I truly thought he was speaking Spanish. I kept saying to him "mi Español is Poquito, moi Malo, no comprende" over and over again. I awaken from the khole to find out he was actually speaking to Me in English and was seriously offended, had discovered my drugs, and was about to call the police. $40 later I was Scott free
 
When inwas deep in to my IV H and crack smoking the first time round 17 years ago not a single me fk was given. No excuse but i was young 15 onwards id think nothing if walking in to a shop. On my local high street and take the whole rail of designer coats or jeans etc n blatantly walk out n disappear lol

This one day i was about 17 and came out river island (decent quality uk brand ) with an arm full of polo t-shirts still on thr hangers of course, always went wth my gutt which said to job get round rhe cirber to the abandoned building. Job arohnd the corner off the high st 25 kr do feet from the building id vanish into but no. Big fat 5ft 6 n 300lb male Pc Beacroft ugh made a point of getting to know all the addicts by sight. Easy arrests for the sweaty B. O BEAST lol
He stood on his walkie talkie at the back of said shop n saw me couldn't catch me at his size not thinking straight adrenaline pumping im rattling fir H its 9am none since mayve 10pm tbe previous night. I fly in panicking upstairs im looking knew id be caught under desks etc stl having the polos i wasnt giving them up o at this point 😂 id beem through too much got in and managed to spead out enough in the suspended ceiling i had to kay motionless for 2 hours while the whole ex office block was searched. I was sure id be fohnd5zo sfter 25. Mins lonher with zero noise i come down ro find it y locked up metal grided the works. Sealed shut. Being a homeless addict im the city i didnt own any luxury wow a mobile phone bsck then lol. I'm stuck locked in no phone wat if no o e comes or can hesr me a million thoughts slll fkr these fuking polos, i found a kittke window in a female toilet in the only dark small womans toilet cubicle but it had 4 bars on the out side. Oh fuck, my only way out. Smash with little extinguisher to my amazement when your scared the adrenaline i was sble to rip 3 bars off their only made aluminium but pretty thick. I was lucky that day. Straight our wiyh these bastard polos. I had 12 the retailed at £30 took them my scrap yard owner buyer. Great fsir man to be fair said 15 each so 180. Handed me £200 for my commitment to the cause 😅😂

Needless tk say pc Beacroft wome me uo at home at my mums in my bedroom at 6.30am n charged me with it, So got the spoils but wasn't caught at the time.
The realisation of potentially being locked in a abandoned ex office with no uncovered windows or way if seeing in if out with no way of contacting anyone... Arse twich time 😳😂
 
Sitting in a camper van with a large ish amount of weed in an unenlightened state, when all of a sudden the parking lot fills with cops. One of them had broken down, there was a large pow wow festival going on, and every single cop in the fucking county came to visit. I joked that they would bring dogs next, while suggesting we gtf out of there. My partner sensibly said running would just make em chase us, or at least get interested. So we had to sit there. Of course no sooner did I say dogs than the canine unit showed up. Fuck, I was sweating. This dog starts looking excited, but they ignore him. Partner gets out, asks if they need us to move, and we sit there pretending to eat lunch in the camper. I was crying inside. So many fucking cops. The cops were staring at this broke down cop car, while I was wondering how long I was going to go to jail for weed for.
 
PattiSmythe said:
Sitting in a camper van with a large ish amount of weed in an unenlightened state, when all of a sudden the parking lot fills with cops. One of them had broken down, there was a large pow wow festival going on, and every single cop in the fucking county came to visit. I joked that they would bring dogs next, while suggesting we gtf out of there. My partner sensibly said running would just make em chase us, or at least get interested. So we had to sit there. Of course no sooner did I say dogs than the canine unit showed up. Fuck, I was sweating. This dog starts looking excited, but they ignore him. Partner gets out, asks if they need us to move, and we sit there pretending to eat lunch in the camper. I was crying inside. So many fucking cops. The cops were staring at this broke down cop car, while I was wondering how long I was going to go to jail for weed for.
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Not being from the US and still being a little tired after a lie-in I completely misread the first line and didn't even realise until way after finishing reading it all

I thought you were sayng that you and partner were in an unenlightened condition, which I thought was possible but still an odd thing to say
 
Oh I have quite the story. I’m a sex worker. (Yay me, I guess?) And I’ve always been rather petite and “youthful” looking. Well one night a couple of years ago, I posted my ad on a site and I got a hit from a guy wanting to come to me. He identified himself as white, so I was very relaxed and at ease. I smoked a little weed out of my glass bowl right before he came. I thought nothing of it. Soon, he texted saying he had arrived. I did my normal routine of coming downstairs to get him myself instead of giving him the room #. We chatted a bit as I walked him to my room. Again, everything was super casual and normal. He gives me my donation and proceeds to undress. As I’m undressing, he tells me that he needs to use the restroom but instead of going to the restroom, he heads for the door. I’m like “OH SHIT”. As soon as he opens the door, the Feds burst in....there’s guys with guns, guys with laptops, just a whole team of agents. And I’m standing there, naked af.

They tell me to get dressed and start asking all of these questions. How old am I? Who am I working for? How did I get here? Everything. And of course, I didn’t have my ID on meat the time. So they ask for my personal info like my social and bday, and they’re finally able to verify that I’m not a minor by a long shot. At that point, they tell me how they’re a task force looking for sex trafficked minors — again, that didn’t apply to me so I’m kinda just wondering what’s about to happen. They start looking all over the room, asking about my weed (it wasn’t much) and who I was sharing the room with. They looked through everything... like saying how they knew someone was with me because there were two Burger King cups in the room. I told them that the second cup belonged to my girl friend (it did) who was at work and had no idea of what I was doing.

I told them that I was broke college student just trying to make ends meet, which was halfway true. (I had already graduated by then.) All of them were just flabbergasted that I was so small and young looking. One even wanted to take a picture with me! So after discovering that I wasn’t a minor, wasn’t being trafficked, and only had a small amount of pot, they said that they had nothing more to do. One of the agents is like, “I mean I guess we can call [my city]’s police department and see what they want to do with her.

The guy calls the police department and tells them what’s going on, but he also mentions how I was “nice” and “cooperative” and how there was no guy around. To my luck, the police department basically said fuck it then. So the Feds packed up and left, but not before they deleted their calls and texts from my phone..they also told me not to tell anyone about the task force.

I was just standing there looking crazy. I was spooked for the night so I didn’t post anymore. I also didn’t tell my friend because I didn’t want her afraid. But that shit was CRAZY AS HELL.
 
To fucking many to name and in not talking about any of them because u don't want to push my luck good thread though
 
ageingpartyfiend said:
Not being from the US and still being a little tired after a lie-in I completely misread the first line and didn't even realise until way after finishing reading it all

I thought you were sayng that you and partner were in an unenlightened condition, which I thought was possible but still an odd thing to say
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Lol! You spell realize with an s?!?! English? Sadly not merely unenlightened state if being....we were outside a native American festival, in the parking lot, in a part of the country where weed, esp in that amount, gets ya locked up for a long time ( resisted the urge to write locked up for a spell...don't wanna make ya think I'm Hermione Granger sitting with harry fucking potter).
 
WishfulThinkin said:
Oh I have quite the story. I’m a sex worker. (Yay me, I guess?) And I’ve always been rather petite and “youthful” looking. Well one night a couple of years ago, I posted my ad on a site and I got a hit from a guy wanting to come to me. He identified himself as white, so I was very relaxed and at ease. I smoked a little weed out of my glass bowl right before he came. I thought nothing of it. Soon, he texted saying he had arrived. I did my normal routine of coming downstairs to get him myself instead of giving him the room #. We chatted a bit as I walked him to my room. Again, everything was super casual and normal. He gives me my donation and proceeds to undress. As I’m undressing, he tells me that he needs to use the restroom but instead of going to the restroom, he heads for the door. I’m like “OH SHIT”. As soon as he opens the door, the Feds burst in....there’s guys with guns, guys with laptops, just a whole team of agents. And I’m standing there, naked af.

They tell me to get dressed and start asking all of these questions. How old am I? Who am I working for? How did I get here? Everything. And of course, I didn’t have my ID on meat the time. So they ask for my personal info like my social and bday, and they’re finally able to verify that I’m not a minor by a long shot. At that point, they tell me how they’re a task force looking for sex trafficked minors — again, that didn’t apply to me so I’m kinda just wondering what’s about to happen. They start looking all over the room, asking about my weed (it wasn’t much) and who I was sharing the room with. They looked through everything... like saying how they knew someone was with me because there were two Burger King cups in the room. I told them that the second cup belonged to my girl friend (it did) who was at work and had no idea of what I was doing.

I told them that I was broke college student just trying to make ends meet, which was halfway true. (I had already graduated by then.) All of them were just flabbergasted that I was so small and young looking. One even wanted to take a picture with me! So after discovering that I wasn’t a minor, wasn’t being trafficked, and only had a small amount of pot, they said that they had nothing more to do. One of the agents is like, “I mean I guess we can call [my city]’s police department and see what they want to do with her.

The guy calls the police department and tells them what’s going on, but he also mentions how I was “nice” and “cooperative” and how there was no guy around. To my luck, the police department basically said fuck it then. So the Feds packed up and left, but not before they deleted their calls and texts from my phone..they also told me not to tell anyone about the task force.

I was just standing there looking crazy. I was spooked for the night so I didn’t post anymore. I also didn’t tell my friend because I didn’t want her afraid. But that shit was CRAZY AS HELL.
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white, so I was very relaxed and at ease. ..

This bit... Have I misread? So if he said he was a different race you would have been not as "relaxed"?
 
PattiSmythe said:
Lol! You spell realize with an s?!?! English? Sadly not merely unenlightened state if being....we were outside a native American festival, in the parking lot, in a part of the country where weed, esp in that amount, gets ya locked up for a long time ( resisted the urge to write locked up for a spell...don't wanna make ya think I'm Hermione Granger sitting with harry fucking potter).
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yeah (well, less than 50% English as it happens but yes a native speaker if you will), you gotta realise...that's the correct spelling ;)
 
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