Ever get really lucky?

A while back I was smoking a joint in the park in Southampton (for anyone familar with the city, we were in the little secluded bit behind the statue next to Que Pasa). I was with about six others, all students.

So, there we were, smoking away. Suddenly a totally fucked-up guy arrives though the bushes, possibly coming to take a piss or maybe drawn by the smell. He immediately starts angling for a toke and we say no, no, private party, sorry man. He leaves in a huff.

About a minute later, four policemen arrive on the scene, piling in from two different directions like it was some sort of major drugs bust, they even had a dog in tow. I have the joint in my hand, and a satchel with about another quarter inside (just about enough to be arrested, even for class C). We all stand up and as we do so I put the joint on the ground and slip my bag from my shoulder. I make no attempt to hide this action since I assume the cops have seen the joint in my hand.

My students (all foreigners) give a dazzling array of false names and incomprehensible addresses - though I had my license in my pocket so had to give my real name. However, this being England three years ago, they didn't arrest anyone, just moaned a bit. (One of them was a bit of a cunt actually, but he couldn't legally do anything)

The point of the story is this... the cops never found the joint or the stash in my bag - they didn't even seem to see the bag on the ground! To this day I have no idea how they missed it, it was nighttime but there are floodlights around and it's not exactly dark there. Also the dog must have had a blocked nose or something, I don't know.

Much later, staggering home after drinking a lot, I started wondering if maybe the joint was still there. So I went back to the scene of the crime and, after less than thirty seconds searching, found it. Confident in my new found luck, I smoked it quite openly while strolling through the park, and arrived home utterly fucked and feeling very smug.
 
i think everyone has some luck but once it runs out you'll be fucked each time there after. like once it rains it pours kinda shit

for my story it goes like this that goes back years. so i was chilling w/ homies and we pass a quickie mart that is closed and notice like 3 cops w/ guns drawn approaching the building silently. of course being the idiots we were we scream out oh shit! (windows were down in car)... well we drove by excited that something was going down. for some reason my friend convinced me to turn around to see what was happening. well that left enough time for one of hte cops to jump in his ride and pull us over. he proceeded to charge my car and grab my neck thru the window yelling at the top of his lungs then literally pulled me by my neck thru the window and onto the street. yelled some more and give me a ticket for a bogus moving violation once he realized we were just stupid kids. the funny part is we were smoking a 2 chambered water bong and had about oz of weed on us as it was a full ride (5 kids) just prior to the incident. as we were pulled over we quickly hid the bong and weed under the seat and 40's as well. luckily he never checked the ride or asked anyone to get out besides the driver, me! haha i'll never forget that day but i think his reaction was a bit overdone.
 
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