The_Blank_Generation

I've never been busted by the police but I have came way too close for comfort. This happened about three or four months ago, it's not really that amazing but I'm in a sharing kind of mood. To start out it was just my friend and I chilling at my house on a Friday night. It was about 7:00PM when we started to kick back some ice cold Natural Ices purchased by a friend earlier that night. We didn't have anything to do but stumble around my room drunk and shoot the shit, it was a pretty beat night so far. Out of the blue around 9PM I get a call from a friend of mine asking if I wanted to go down to his house and blow some trees. Of course I figured, why the fuck not? Free smoke, right? By this time I was well into my 8th or 9th beer and pretty plastered. My friend was a beer or two behind and equally smashed, he's not that into drinking. We each grabbed a beer for the walk and set out across my town. I live in a very small town with one cop so the last thing on my mind was getting busted. We arrived at my buddy's house just after I kicked the beer I brought with me. Completely drunk out of my fucking mind. I don't drink often so if 10 or so beers doesn't sound amazing to you I understand, but I was annihilated. My friend proceeded to roll a fatty, nothing to grand maybe 2 grams tops. We sat in his attic slowly toking away and just hanging out for a long while. We played with a black light and his strobe light for at least a half hour completely amazed by all of it. Realizing it was 2 in the fucking morning I decided enough is enough we should probably get back to my house. We said our farewells and left. Stumbling down the street amazingly drunk and stoned to the bone we made our way slowly to the tunnel that goes under the train tracks that run though our town. Halfway through the tunnel a car slowly made it's way past us. I didn't even raise my head until it was almost out of sight, it was then I made the connection that a cop just fucking passed us. Me being a minor, drunk, stoned and carrying my bubbler (which didn't even get used) I began to freak out a little. I wasn't overly worried but it still freaked me out enough to start running as soon as I lost sight of the cop. I have no idea why he didn't stop but I'm glad he didn't I would of been so utterly boned it's not even funny. We made our way up a staircase on the side of the tunnel and poked our heads out at the top just in time to see flashing lights and the piggy speeding back down the tunnel. Breathing a sign of relief and patting each other on the back we realized just how close we came. Again as soon as we couldn't see the cop we ran as fast as we could the entire 5 blocks back to my house, which was quite the sight to behold. Maybe we weren't acting suspicious enough to warrent the cop stopping. Maybe the cop didn't see our faces well enough to notice our age. Maybe we're just fucking lucky. Whatever the reason I'm glad I made it out of there as soon as I did. Thanks for reading and stay safe folks!