BK38
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I have never gotten "pinched" as such, but I have definitely had my fair share of close calls.
The first instance was when I was 14 and in Beijing (where i grew up and live now). I was smoking a Joint of Hash + Tobacco and walking to a football pitch where some friends of mine were chatting up some French girls they had met at a bar near by. As I'm about to turn into the gate of the "Workers Stadium" a cop walks over out of no where and asks me to stop. I do and I think I'm completely fucked as I stand there incredulous and wide-eyed with a Joint still smoldering away in my right hand. The cop asks me what I am smoking and i tell him it's "Indian Tobacco" that my friend grows himself. Then...get this...the cop asks if he can try some! I don't know what to do, so I oblige him and hand him the Joint to puff on. I warned him before that it was quite strong and he should only smoke a little, as it could make him dizzy He takes a couple hits, coughs and says "wow, you're right, it's really strong" (In Chinese) and handed my Joint back to me and I was on my merry way. I swear this is totally true and was in 2004, I doubt the cops would be so ignorant in 2012.
The second close call was in New York, well, Long Island to be specific. I was visiting a friend over New Years from Beijing and had literally gotten off the plane earlier that evening, checked into the hotel, armed myself with a map, cell phone, cigarettes and cash then went to my buddy's place in Long Island. We had been railing lines of blow all evening and the time came for me to catch the last train back to my hotel off of Time Square. He decides to walk me to the station and we smoke a fat Joint of some dank while we walked over. Just as I throw the remnants of the Joint into the gutter, we hear this "woop woop" behind us, sure enough, it's the cops. They tell us thy smell weed, put us up against a wall spread eagle and search us. We smelled like weed hardcore, but luckily, we were holding nothing. Cops let us go, with one of them muttering "Fucking kids...get em next time etc etc.
Those are my 2 close encounters. I think appearance, maintaining a calm demeanor, being polite and taking the precaution of hiding/making it less blatant re drugs is the key to not getting busted. With that said, there are certainly no guarantees in the Dope game.
Be safe everyone!
:D
The first instance was when I was 14 and in Beijing (where i grew up and live now). I was smoking a Joint of Hash + Tobacco and walking to a football pitch where some friends of mine were chatting up some French girls they had met at a bar near by. As I'm about to turn into the gate of the "Workers Stadium" a cop walks over out of no where and asks me to stop. I do and I think I'm completely fucked as I stand there incredulous and wide-eyed with a Joint still smoldering away in my right hand. The cop asks me what I am smoking and i tell him it's "Indian Tobacco" that my friend grows himself. Then...get this...the cop asks if he can try some! I don't know what to do, so I oblige him and hand him the Joint to puff on. I warned him before that it was quite strong and he should only smoke a little, as it could make him dizzy He takes a couple hits, coughs and says "wow, you're right, it's really strong" (In Chinese) and handed my Joint back to me and I was on my merry way. I swear this is totally true and was in 2004, I doubt the cops would be so ignorant in 2012.
The second close call was in New York, well, Long Island to be specific. I was visiting a friend over New Years from Beijing and had literally gotten off the plane earlier that evening, checked into the hotel, armed myself with a map, cell phone, cigarettes and cash then went to my buddy's place in Long Island. We had been railing lines of blow all evening and the time came for me to catch the last train back to my hotel off of Time Square. He decides to walk me to the station and we smoke a fat Joint of some dank while we walked over. Just as I throw the remnants of the Joint into the gutter, we hear this "woop woop" behind us, sure enough, it's the cops. They tell us thy smell weed, put us up against a wall spread eagle and search us. We smelled like weed hardcore, but luckily, we were holding nothing. Cops let us go, with one of them muttering "Fucking kids...get em next time etc etc.
Those are my 2 close encounters. I think appearance, maintaining a calm demeanor, being polite and taking the precaution of hiding/making it less blatant re drugs is the key to not getting busted. With that said, there are certainly no guarantees in the Dope game.
Be safe everyone!
:D
