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scariest near-bust experiences??

Well i guess this is how i definetly amost got busted :)

I was blazing a blunt in my car with a few friends we had just finished smoking it where i ran a stop-sign because i wanted to beat ongoing traffic going the other way... Right as i ran it i saw an SUV local cop vehicle... i saw him in my rear view mirror and he put on his lights to come after me... Im like oh shit fuck this... but it ends up he was atleast 100+ yards behind me but he was coming after me.... Luckily i was able to turn a right into my college university quickly park at the dorm visitor spot... somehow the cop just managed to see us turn into the area that we parked in... Right as we park me and my friend jet outta the car and pretend to walk right to the school cafeteria with a bunch of nerds who probably never even smelt weed... RIght as we are crossing the crosswalk we stroll right past the cop who was chasing us... LMAO.. THe best part was i see the cop get outta his car and vehemetly stroll to mine as i non-chalantly LOCK the car right in his face ( gotta love remote controls :) I see him trying to look through my illegal black tint ).. Hahah better luck next time... go eat some doughnuts... oh did i forget to mention i ate the blunt right when i saw the cop comin after me... Ive actually done this before lol.... Still amusing...

Well thats my tale of escaping who knows what the fuck could've happened... I guess i got lucky as the cop never got a clear look inside cause there was an 8th of chronic lying right on the floor... haha im such a stoner 8(
 
This isnt a near bust, but I got busted by my parents recently, and i feel the need to share it. Last saturday night i took 25 mg of ambien to start off with, and after an hour or so, decided to take another 25 mg that I had. After about 30 minutes of just waiting to really start feeling anything, I started to hallucinate a little. Most of the night I dont remember, but at some point, i called my sister, who lives 5 hours away, and talked to her for about 30 minutes thinking she was my best friend, telling her how high I was and all this shit. She had no clue i did anything, so she freaks out, and calls poison control. According to her, and from the little i remember, I am telling her about the people im talking to in my room, which arent really there. She then tells me that poison control pretty much said I was gonna die, I tell her I'm fine, but end up talking about me dying and my funeral. She tells me to try and call my best friend and get him to come over and stay with me. I called him, and forgot to ask if he'd help me, and ended up falling through my closet doors while walking around my room. I dont remember my convo with my friend, but I think it was pretty pointless, as he couldnt understand me. In the end, i finally called my sister back, who had called my dad while i was on the phone with my friend, because I had never called her back after about 30 minutes. I tell my sister I hate her, which i feel really bad about now, and never hear my dad come in. He walks up to me as I am still laying in my closet talking to my sister. He then surprises me, by not being mad, and helping me. He's kinda worried, gets me a glass of milk or something, then he says he doesnt want me to go to sleep. So i end up riding around in his car with him for about 3 hours, which was really wierd. While i was riding with him, he said that I got out of the car at the gas station and tried to pay for gas with a fake 100 dollar bill(some gag gift thing i got, like monopoly money), then got back in the car and told him there was a lady with long white hair and three kids in the back of our truck....Thats about the last thing I remember. In the end, my sister said she understood what i did, and that she used to get high and drunk too, so she covered up for me somehow, and told my parents that i told her i couldnt sleep and took too many pills. This ended up working out really well for me, as my parents actually listened to all the problems I have with my life, and have become a lot more helpful and understanding of me. Sorry this is kinda rambling, but its 1 am, im high, and i have no clue as to why im even typing...
 
A dog barked at our car as we drove by one time, and a cop pulled us over down the road.

We talked our way out of it, but we were both on probation and it was a little scary.
 
^did you have drugs in the car, outta curiosity?

sometimes them fuckers just BARK.
 
Heh, i got lucky once. It all started with normal parties at home with friends, but theres usually parents around and such. So we came to the idea to rent a place for a couple of days and just hang out, binge on stuff,... The only part that worried me was getting there with a backpack full of pot and shrooms. But, everything goes as planned, the trip there is no problem and the result is serious debauchery. As expected.

Anyway, after 2 days of getting fucked up, we decide to go home. I go outside and get on the bus (still with a reasonably filled backpack). I show my buspass. Now, this has to be the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. I look in the bus and what do i see? 4 cops and a dog doing random searches. On a bus. At 10 in the morning.

It was a second that lasted an eternity. All kinds of things popped into my head. It was mostly just "run" or "play it cool". The latter eventually won, and i walked in. Running would have incriminated me for sure.

I look down. The first thing i hear is "show me your buspass, son."
So i show it to him, and he immidiatly goes "what's your birthday?"
Now, you gotta remember, at this very point i was totally messed up and there were all these thoughts racing through my head.

Dont mention drugs. Be cool. Just give him your birthday. Dont look at your backpack. Ignore the dog. What did he ask again? Press affiliation? what?
"...im sorry?"
"your age, son. Are you deaf?"
"ummm... april 2nd?

So he gives me back my pass, and i walk to a seat. Until i get to the second cop, of course.

"What's in the backpack?"
"just my sleeping gear, just came back from a lanparty"
"lemme take a look at that"

Once again, total mental madness. I start taking off my pack and suddenly... his com thingie goes off and reports that an officer had been shot in the vicinity. Now, this happens like never. Come on, an cop shot in a small rural town? So they stop the bus and run off. The dog gave me a bark before they left, but they probably didnt notice it in the rush.

Moral of the story? Drugs and public transportation do not mix. Also, even crazy fuckers that shoot cops have a purpose. 8)
 
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One night, I was preparing for a trip. I went out and bought a new piece, and some psychadelic chocolate. The friend I got the chocolate from had also given me 2 hits of acid for free, so I was already tripping as I was gathering my supplies for the night.

I went to Wal-Mart and bought some balloons, and left as I was beginning my climb to the peak of the acid experience. I decide to make one last stop before I head home, and picked up some pot. On the way home, I was a little excited about my journey, and I guess I was speeding a little bit. I got pulled over.

The officer approached the window as I frantically tried to cover and hide everything. He asked me if I knew how fast I was going, and I said 40ish. He then asked me if I knew the speed limit...and I replied, 40ish. The speed limit was 30, so, I kind of lost track of what I should be saying and was set in a state of confusion and anxiety. I managed to spit out "Yes sir's" and apologies.

He sent me on my way with only a warning, not even noticing my pupils, or the poorly covered nitrous canisters, balloons, and chocolate bar. 0_o
 
I was tripping on mushrooms at night at a local elementary school. I was with two of my firends. One who never wigged before.

We were there for a good two hours when we spotted a frog on the ground. We all gathered around it and were completly mind-fucked. I looked up and saw a spotlight shining around the corner. I instantly knew it was a cop. We ran around the corner where they couldn't see us. I looked at my friends and said "Fuck this. I'm out!!." I took off running and they followed. This was out in the sticks so there were open fields everywhere and no where to run. I finally spoted a ditch filled with brush. So we ran there and hid in the bushes. From where we were we could see the road. We saw the cop driving away from us when he turned into a drive-way and turned around. He drove out into the field. I jumped on the other side of a bush and was laying face down in a pile of grass clippings.

At this point I was absolutly terrified. I was drooling everywhere and completly out of breath. I heard two cops get out of the car. I could hear the sounds of their radios as they walked past me. All I could think of was the Viet Nam war. I heard the cops getting closer again as they made another pass. All of the sudden one cop said "There you are you little prick." As he pulled me out my face was coverd in drool and grass clippings. I kept spitting. I felt like I was on 'Cops'. He threw me on the ground, cuffed me, and put a gun to my head. As you can imagine I was freaking the fuck out. But somehow I kept it together.

They then found my other two friends. The cops kept asking us what was wrong with us but luckily we had a bag of weed so we said we were just high (they throw you in the looney bin for the night if they know you're tripping here). They piled the three of us in the back of the cop car. We watched in horror as they searched our car and quetstioned us one by one. While the cops were out of the car my friend somehow fished 4 valiums out of his front pocket and ate them. In handcuffs.

My one friend got a possesion of marijuana and his car impounded and my other friend got possesion of tobacco because he was 17. I got NOTHING. They then dropped us off at a gas station in the middle of no where and told us to find a ride home.

Our other friend picked us up. He was on the way to the hospital because his sister had just gotten into a really bad car accident. Later we relized that the date was Sept. 11th. (last year). But you can imagine this was really hard on my brain. I was tripped the fuck out for like two days.

I look back on it with fond memories but feel bad for my friends. Especially the one that is now on probation and can't smoke weed.

Every bit of this story is true.
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Another time I was shit-faced wasted/stoned and got pulled over with 5 ecstacy pills in my pocket. I won't go into detail because the last story is so long. but I somehow played it off and he didn't know I was drunk. He let me go.
 
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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.
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Good thing you didn't act suspicious.
 
Getting pulled over while candy-flipping on 5 hits of Fractal blotter and 1/2gram of molly......I say no more.....
 
^ about the same, but with shrooms, and having a fuckload of shrooms in the car. wasn't pulled over for simply driving on the mushrooms, but pulled over because i was allready fleeing from cops and that was my only escape.

so that was 2 escapes in one night, plus i was on probation. lets here it for dumb cops!
 
Me and some friends were in Chicago heading from our hotel to a party. We were expecting to just hop on the subway and ride it to the party, but it turned out the subway station was in O'Hare airport. But nobody knew where. So, I got the intense pleasure of walking around the airport with 11 pills of ecstacy and a quarter of pot in my pockets for about 45 mintues. At one point we passed right by a security checkpoint that had a dog at it and about had a heart-attack, expecting the dog to start barking at me. Luckily it didn't and we found the damn subway, got to the party, and had a good time.
-Z
 
Near busts!!!!......I usually get done :( But I remember one occasion hanging out so badly for heroin I decided to have a hit in a city allyway during peak hour. My friend and I sat down in a laneway and put the spoon down and I was just about to put the rock into the spoon when two under covers grabbed us and told us to hand it over. An impulse reaction was to say "I was waiting for a dealer" I put the foil in between my fingers while I was padded down and searched. They fell for it and we didnt lose our gear........wish I was always that lucky.:\
 
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