scared? not really. except this one time when a cop approached me, i was just about to get blazed. me, a friend and someone local (atlantic city) that helped us score some had just settled down to enjoy the fruits of our labour, only to realize mid hit that a 4 wheel beach thing was pulling up at the only exit. i fucking screamed bloody murder in my head, shoving the piece down my pants as the girl lit a cigarette. he walked up the stairs in his combat boots, which i can still vaguely recall to be the most intimidating thing about him. he shone the flashlight to my eyes, and we were being as polite as possible. thankfully we weren't baked, otherwise we'd have gotten into some real shit. apparently we were just at the wrong side of the beach, the area was off limits. so we didn't question and left the scene. the morning after, we saw a familiar, distraught face pleading to cops on the boardwalk. no, it wasn't the local. it was someone we had noticed the day before, to seem like a complete crackhead. he was getting busted.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
