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scariest near-bust experiences??

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anyone have any interesting cop experiences, such as "the cops were outside and i was shooting up" or something along those lines? this idea was prompted due to some personal experience as of lately...

about two weeks ago, i was with a bunch of friends who were planning on getting an 8ball of coke from our main dealer, which they were going to cut up and sell. so we are smoking cigarettes on the porch, just hanging out, when a cop car breezes past us and parks up the block. i begin to freak about because i have about a gram on me and i am also pretty coked up. so we try to play it cool (guys are so much more calm than ladies. i just happened to be the only female there...) and our dealer pulls up. and of course, he always carries his gun on him... so the cop is obviously watching our every move and we are watching his every move... the guys just decided to walk in the house and let him try to come to us, we could hide the coke and hide me if necessary. about a half an hour later, our dealer runs outside to his car and the cop is gone. i think it sounds a lot less crazy when you aren't strung out and in the moment, but it wasn't my favorite experience.

also, i had almost two grams on me when my friend was pulled over for being an idiot in a parking lot. that was relatively scary because he's a "good kid" and isn't one to hang out with cokeheads. i put the drugs in my underwear and assured the officer there was nothing going on other than my friend teasing me and not letting me in the door. little did he know...

anything interesting ?
 
Well my mates of mine used to fink they were invicible when it came to carrying drugs on the road. And well on last new yrs eye, we were chopping the weed in the car at some carpark. Since it was New Yrs, there was about 16 cops roaming the area we were in to prevent trouble. Then some cops were walking our way from behind and i said 'cops'. He was chopping the weed in on a book and he closed it and calmly put it next to him. After that happened, cops wondered past us another 2 times while we were chopping. During this period of time i was quite paranoid since we smoked some of the stuff earlier on.
 
I was at a party with mad underaged drinking going on, and the cops showed up because of some kids passed out in a car, left their headlights on.

They made everyone clear out, and they gave street sobriety tests to all the drivers. I was a minor at the time, and it was 4am (curfew!), I had cigarettes, a pack of rolling papers, about 2.5 grams of weed, and I was blitzed off my ass... I had been smoking sooo much that night. and I also had one beer, so I wouldn't have passed a breathalizer if they had given it to me.

I passed my sobriety test, though, and they didn't even take my ID.

I had just gotten off probation, and my parents didn't know I was there, and we had been waiting in the basement with the lights off for about 2 hours freaking out while they were outside. some people ran away to the golf course, others lit up in the garage. others flushed their stashes or hid them in closets. I just curled up in a ball and had a panic attack.

The worst part was that when I was driving away, my windows were all fogged up, and I couldn't see the road, so I was swerving all over the place trying to clear off my windshield. And my friend dropped her bowl in the street, and it broke, and she shouted "MY BOWL!!" really loud.
 
One time I was at our high school's Technology Center. One of my classmates just happened to have brought about an ounce of pre weighed out baggies to school with him.
Someone on the bus figured it out somehow and told on him. So he got searched and busted by about 3:00. Now we had been seen hanging out together... Earlier, him and I had skipped school to drive around smoking marijuana and matching, bowl for bowl.

So anyways the principal saw me standing around and called me into his office. I got asked a bunch of questions and I was told to pull my pockets out. I pulled them out one by one until I came to my cargo pockets (which contained a tin, a small amount of weed, a hacky sack :D and a small bowl and lighter)
When I went to pull my cargo pockets out they wouldn't pull out. I was saved, saved, by my choice of pants. I pulled out the hackysack and lighter and put it on his desk and thats all he got out off me.

My leg was shaking a little by the end of that ordeal but I stayed calm and answered all his questions...

Where's the weed?
Is it in your locker?
I don't have any weed.
Oh, but you smoked some?
No, sir, I don't do that stuff.
Okay... Where's the weed?
Is it in your locker, i'll search your locker right now.
Okay do it, I have nothing in there.

I then preceded to ask if I could leave, then I walked to my locker, got my, books and coat, and left.

So close to getting caught.

By the way, my friend got suspended, finished his correspondence make-up work for the year and ended up with close to a 4.0 average.
 
hahah, some crazy ass stories.
i got busted at sckool with a $50 bag in the back of my sterio, they bought in the drug dogs, i was gonna get suspended, but my parents pulled me out before they could, cause 6 months earlier i got suspended for hacking the school computer network and doing all sorts of damage and looking at things i shouldnt have :D

peace
 
Stopped by a policeman with a sniffer dog with 1g of amphetamine and 4 ecstasy tablets in my trousers. Nearly had a heart attack, but it didn't smell anything and I went on my way :)
 
I had 100euros of coke on me cycling down to the shop with my mate,I had been doing lines and weed all night so I was quite paranoid,I saw a cop walking towards me so I turned my bike around and started peddling away then out of nowhere a paddywagon pulls up nearly knocking me off my bike,the cop gets out and asks me what im doing,i began to frantically try find the zip on my pocket to throw away my coke the cop see this and asks me whats in my pocket, he gets out to search me and i bomb off down the road with the cop chasing me and the paddywagon trailling behind,i get around a corner out of site and throw away my coke then cycled into a garden and hid,i ended up staying there for 2 hours in the freeeeeeezing cold whilst cop cars drive up and down the road estate looking for me.
 
I was smoking at 9:30 beside my house. I live in a neighborhood where there is a house right in front of mine and there are houses right next to mine to. Well, I was determined to get high this night so I rolled two fat blunts of dro just for me and I sparked them outside. After I was almost finished with the first blunt, I heard police sirens, and they kept getting closer and closer. Then, I finally saw 2 cop cars pull into my neighborhood with their blue lights going. They turned on my road and I swear to you, they pulled in the driveway right next to my house.

The 2 cops were just a couple of feet from me. I was hiding behind bushes, lol. It turns out that they were there because my neighbor had gotten drunk and decided to be violent with his wife and kids. But I know that the police had to smell the weed.
 
chillin up at 711 because my friend wouldnt let us eat in the car. Then out of nowhere a cop pulls up and starts yelling at us. I had a quarter on me and a nitrous cracker. So when he went inside to talk to the 711 employees. I threw my stuff in the snow on the curb. coverd it with more snow. He searched me found nothing. Appearently someone was shop lifting.
 
DexterMeth said:
One time i almost busted a nut in my pants.
Click to expand...

That's a very useful contribution.

Back on topic:
I was almost busted with 100 grams of dried shrooms once - 300 euros worth of them.
I threw it away, lit a cigarette and though about praying ... and in the end, nothing happened. Those cops just went straight by and didn't even look at me.

The worst part is that I didn't hide those shrooms anywhere, no, I had the great idea of throwing them in a garbage can - and I'm not about to eat mushrooms that have been in a garbage can along with baby diapers & rotten apples =D
 
^ OMG Gugglez! I thought that I was gonna be busted with 2 8balls of coke one time, so I spilled them in the toilet! and then later I regretted it because the cops weren't even concerned with me, they were just chekin the bathroom. lol

I'm so not going to scrape coke off the bottom of a public toilet bowl, I have wayyy more decency than that. but sadly I know people who would do that. :(

and I sure there are people who would take trashy shrooms too.

Ewwie! :(

~Pix
 
Friends and I smoked in our dorm rooms until this happened...

Spring of my 2nd semester we were skipping class, drinking in my room (on a Tuesday, at 11am.. oh freshman year). Dry campus. By the time this happened around noon we were all pretty drunk..

We had the usual towel under the door and also tape around it because the smell would get out that way.. a resident assistant (student living in the building to help enforce the rules) who we had problems with before saw the towel, called campus police (they are state police officers) AND they got there before we even lit anything.

He knocks pretty much as we are lighting the j near the window.. everyone freaks out, doesn't know what to do and just sits there. It was my room so I had to do everything.. I rip the tape off one side of the door and then just open it.. this is duck tape, so it makes the LOUDEST ripping noise ever and is all hanging off the door as the officer comes in and starts questioning us.

"You can make this easy or you can make this hard." Every cop I've ever dealt with has said this.. why would I want to make it easy that does nothing for me. "Why'd you have the door all taped up? What were you gonna do in here?" I kept saying "Just chillin'".. not very convincing but the best I could do :)

Anyway I told him that there weren't any drugs in the room that I knew of.. though there was a buncha pot down every girl in the room's pants.. he took our IDs, names, etc. It would have been worse I'm pretty sure but luckily my bf at the time was our scapegoat as he wasn't signed in to the dorm and they banished him from campus permanently. Scapegoats are key..

Now we leave the dorms.
 
i was really drunk on the way back from whitecastle and i stopped to piss on a building. I was walking down a major street in Nashville and unknown to my drunk ass there were some city workers about 100 ft from where i was pissing. By the time i walked a block a cop showed up. He yelled at me for drinking and pissing and threatoned to "take me downtown." But i got off w/out even a citation. Lucky me. Now i try to confine my pissing to inside ;).
 
A few years ago while I was in the army some friends and I had headed down to pick up some stuff. It was a four hour drive each way to get 100 pills, an eightball of coke, a ten strip of acid, and a many tattooed friend who was going to aprty with us for the weekend. We get back about half an hour before morning formatiion and the plan is to leave the stuff in the barracks till breakfast when we'll take it over to a friends house to leave. Well 6:00 a.m. hits and theres knocking on the door - Military Police are bringing a drug dog thru all the barracks on our block. When they do this you have to immediately leave, so I couldn't make it up to my room to do anything. It took about half an hour before they got to my building, during which we'd all tried to say anything from Im cold can I grab a jacket from upstairs, to can I run in and grab a cigarrette - all with no luck.
Then they went thru, and wouldn't you know they came out asking who lives in my room (it was just me - and ofcourse I had put everything into my dresser). Well at this point I did almost piss myself, I went to the door and I was fucking shacking. I knew I was looking at a long time in jail, I knew it. But you know what - We weren't allowed to have pets and they just bitched at me about my iguana, whose aquarium was on top of my dresser.
To this dayI don't know if they misunderstood what the dog was barking at or was the dog distracted by the lizard. The best part (besides spending the rest of my life in prison) was that I was able to keep Hermann because I pointed out the fact that I had had him inder the previous general when we were allowed pets.
I never kept drugs in the barracks again after that. And I got out as soon as possible!
 
^^ hah damn, that wins for sure.

I've always had an anxiety disorder long before I started on drugs, so I've tried to minimize my self-initiated paranoia. That said, I've still had a few close calls - nothing life threatening thankfully.

The first was during Winter Break, I'd just got back home and my friend picked me up in his 'new' ride (older/ghettoer than the nice car he'd totalled). A few miles later, we roll up on a Friday night sobriety checkpoint as I'm hitting a bong. Somehow, through the haze clouding my brain, I managed to hide my small 'travel tin' down the side of the seat - where it got caught between the center console and seat. The cops pulled us out, as its hard to hide a 1-foot bong in a 10-foot car. They found a huge jar of weed under my friend's seat and immediately cuffed him, but searching my person, found nothing.

As I was walking away, one of the narcs called out to me and told me to come back .. right when I thought I was free. I saw another cop looking in where I'd been sitting. But instead, the cop just copied down my info, then told me to have a nice night. right.

A week or two later, my friend had the charges dropped (who knows why). He'd found my tin right where it was lodged, chron and all (they even left the bong in the car for him, without spilling the water despite being towed even). He tossed me my tin along with some $ he was repaying me, but forgot he'd left some of his own in there (after smoking mine with my blessing). Merry Chanukah to me.

**

Only other call I remember (other than parties/houses being busted, but without any drugs on my person, just in) was a massive party at my pad last fall. I was smashed + stoned off my ass, and had a blackout for the first time ever - as when I frantically moved the liquor out of my room, and moved my pot and OCs to various locations upon hearing the cops were showing up, I never remembered where the OCs went. The next day, and for two months, I thought someone must have stolen them - as I left them fairly accessable. Only when retrieving some random papers one day did I find the magic RX bottle among them, in a spot I'd never thought to look in, as I was positive I hadn't gotten that box down from my closet and buried the drugs in it.
That story is more about losing drugs, but I nearly lost my job over the event - one of my roomies almost got arrested for copping an attitude with the raider, and I knew the cop personally (and hate the bastard). Luckily he just told me to never pull that shit again, didn't even get me for MIC.


Never been pulled over while driving in my life, good thing, as I used to roll blazed/drunk or with stashes/pieces in the car all the time. I'm smarter now, not that I'm too criminal anyway.
 
er...

two weekends ago a mate of mine and i decided to do a bunch of meth and go bar hopping...

...around 3am the cops figured that two dudes breaking windows and causing shit must be a niusance so they arrested us...they found 10 pills and a vial of k on me...my friend did the rest of the meth in the back of the cruiser so he was cool...fun fun fun =/
 
Had a vial of acid at school and got ratted out that I was selling hits in the cafeteria. The school cop took me to the office and told me to empty out my pockets and put my hands against the wall.
I have a vial of acid in my right pocket and put my hand in and grab it and slammed it against the wall when i went to put my hands on the wall.
So he searched me while I had a vial of acid under my hand against the wall.
He told me to tuck my pockets in and then I left.
very close call.
 
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