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So tonight was quite the night. Let me fill you in on our drug users paradise we have came to know and love, there is a gated community that a lot of my friends live in. It’s a gated community that has security and you have to check your ID in...Etc to get in. However it is completely police free, so all of us just pile into ‘Pecock Lagoon’ (not its real name) and enjoy a drug user’s paradise. We will simply ride around ‘Peacock Lagoon’ all day to smoke weed, or chill by the pool or just smoke out back at friend’s house. Now there is always the core group of us in there. By core group I mean that group of close friends, about 15 of us with about 6 who actually live in the gated community. So security is used to use coming in there at all hours of the night and as this summer has been a wild one they have dealt with us coming to the gate to get in with glassy and glazed eyes and there has been more than one run in with security over stupid stuff done by us if we are belligerently drunk or off our heads on drugs. However, being stopped for drugs is never a fear or a problem, jus be careful when you’re smoking the pipe and the security cars that patrol have no right to pull you over and we know police don’t come in the gated community.



So the whole crew was kind of separated all doing our own thing so me and “K” decided we would get into Peacock Lagoon and smoke a couple bowls at around about midnight. The only way to get into the community after 7pm is to have someone who lives in there with you, get called in or be on the permanent guest. I had been on one of those lists for one of my friend’s house so it’s been no problem. However when I went to the first gate there was a problem about me logging in because the permanent guest list has to be renewed by the house owner every few weeks and mine had just ran out. It was an old lady that is constantly crabby working the first gate so I knew there was no way talking my way in so I decided I would head to the 2nd gate down the road and hopefully find one of the guards that is cool and just lets me in. However at that guard was another one of the real prick guards so no luck there. I scrambled to think of someone to call me in but everyone was either sleeping cause of work or was not in “Peacock Lagoon” at the time. I then called a little brother one my friends living in the community and asked for him to “call me in.” So I go back to the 1st gate and tell them I’m going to a different house now. The lady grills me about me “really going to that house” and I say I am and I drive off. I notice security is following me and kind of just laugh, so I drive to where I’m supposed to be going, pull in and security then leaves. I and K decide to smoke a couple bowls there as it is really secluded and at the end of a dead end road so we could see a car coming if one does. So we start smoking, and we are getting real good and happy and enjoying the music. I was also starting to trip on some DXM so I was feeling real good. We knew that the friend who lives at that house would be home soon so we were expecting a car to come down any second. Suddenly we see head lights and as always start to freak out a little.. But in the back of our heads we know it is simply our friend coming home…





And it is. So we get out I grab the weed and “K” sets the bowl down on the floor mat in the car and we get out talking a little with our friend. We are chilling for a couple minutes when a car comes down the road; all his neighbors were already home so it was weird. Suddenly someone says it’s the police so I calmly start walking towards the door which is hidden from view of the road and burry my baggie of weed deep into the flower bed. The cop gets out and starts telling everyone to come away from the house. He first doesn’t believe my friend lives there but my friend simply showed him the ID. I’m freaking out pretty bad inside but keeping complete calm composure. He asks us what we are doing and we said we were just relaxing talking about things, and then he asks “You guys aren’t using or trafficking narcotics are you?” My heart sank and I started to get a little more anxious. “K” gets my attention and tells me the Bowl is still in the car. My heart starts beating now and im getting a little more anxious. He asks if he can search us and he pats all of us down. Doesn’t find anything (as it was all buried in the flower bed). He then looks at my car and asks whose car is that, I said it was mine and he then says... “There was a call from security saying you are trafficking drugs in here and switching plate numbers ever day.” I told him that was absurd because I haven’t switched my plate once. My friends mom then comes out and asks what is going on, she was quite stern with the police about why everyone is getting searched and gave off a very “pissed off” presence to the police officer. (He was a young rookie and notably green at what he was doing)

He says he’s going to go run my tags and does and comes back and says they match up and that he will be going now.



I could have done a back flip. But I still had to wait in suspense as he pulled away if he was going to quickly shine a flashlight in my car (the bowl was in clear view). But thank the good Lord; he pulled right on out of there. My friend’s mom went to bed and the rest of us just freaked out with high fives and celebration. The whole group of friends is all experienced drug users with a variety of drugs, but thankfully none of us have been caught with them, except one of us who got away with community service.



It was an insane close call and I’m still thanking the Good Lord for letting me get away with that one. Im glad that I wasnt on anything else that night cause we've used alot of harder drugs before in our hallowed "refuge" from the police. Our precious gated community might not be so safe anymore



Im gonna go to sleep pretty good tonight knowing its in my own bed, and not the local slammer . Its just good to know we won a battle in the war against drugs!

 

Plainsman1963

Glad it turned out ok, but this post doesn't really belong in this forum.

It would go better in the real life stories forum over at the 420 Lounge.

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