i got stopped by the police once with a gram of coke on me. the baggie had been dipped into so there was probably a little over a half gram left. i put the baggie in the waist area of my sweat pants before the cop walked up the window. after the cop ran my info and my license came back suspended he got me out of the car and began searching me. Somehow the baggie fell to the bottom of my sweatpants around my ankle when he patted my waist down.
After I was cuffed they threw me in the back of the cop car and began thoroughly searching my car. I managed to reach down to my ankle with the cuffs on and fetch the baggie. I was considering just poppin it in my mouth and swallowing it, but like a fool, I decided to bite the bag open. I managed to get the bag open and resting between my knees, and I pulled a Tony Montana on that shit. I got most of it in my beak excpet for the bigger rocks which just fell out on the floor board of the car. Then I ate the baggie.
Five minutes later I was jacked like a motherfucker. It was the middle of summer,, I'm in the back of the po po car with no A/C and the windows up sweatin my balls off. The cop came back to the car and was like"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I told him I was having a panic attack, so he got me out of the car and started pouring a bottle of water on my head. Good times.
The funny thing is that I had a digital scale and another full gram of coke in the car that they never found. I bailed out of jail a few hours later, went and got my car, and blew another fat line. Glad I'm not into coke anymore.