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JaKa

A large park begins in front of my house across the street. At night I'll spark up in the playground inside the park. The playground is half a block's distance from my house and you can see the main street as well as my house from the playground.

At night, it's really dark inside the park due to all the large trees in the area so I'm normally confident that it's hard to spot me blazing. Hell I even cased the playground one night sober just to make sure it was difficult to see inside from the street. In fact, I'm going to take another look after I finish this post! Even so, I still get paranoid and try to keep my guard up.

A couple days ago I roll a sweet haze blunt and decide to leave the house when it's dusk out. The park is practically dark and I start blazing. I notice a cop and EMT racing down the main street but they pass by in seconds. After a good 15 minutes of blazing I'm getting close to the end of my L so I start walking towards the path.

Towards my left I notice a car pull into a driveway two houses down from my home. (The X on the photo.) I'm super fucked up and think nothing of it. Out of nowhere a cop flies down the main street with sirens and I start laughing smugly and yell "Fuck you cops!" as they drive by. As soon as I finished this sentence I noticed that the car in the driveway is backing out - and it's a cop!

Thankfully, the roach was in my right hand. I immediately let go of the roach and continued walking down the path as if nothing had happened. Mind you, I'm trying to keep my cool while thinking "FUCK am I going to get bagged right in front of my house?" The cop backs out of the driveway and drives towards the intersection and stops at a red light. The path leads to the corner of an intersection and I'm getting closer and more paranoid by the second.

At the last minute, instead of walking in front of the cops I walk off the path towards the bus stop right behind the cops. I checked the schedule and looked at my watch and sat down at the bench. The light turned green, the cops hesitated for a few seconds and then were off. Only then did I realize how fast my heart was beating and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Even though I think this may have been a case of extreme paranoia I think I'm going to have to venture in deeper...

 

Stoned247

^^^ But uhh... You didnt get caught?

EDIT: 900th post!

JaKa

No, I got lucky they kept going.

Cj_Staal

Yeah but with all the other plants [Tobacco exempted] you have to extract the specified drug. With pot you don't have to extract it thus it was ment to be taken as is

Cj_Staal

PWND! haha

 

dreamer

youre almost 20 pages late with that Cj_staal.

Cj_Staal

I just wanted to be part of it

mattattack25

My friend and I were driving around her neighborhood, fogging out my first car.. a tiny ass '94 Toyota Tercel... We had just finished, high as shit, and rolled the windows down, amazed at the amount of smoke pouring out in the daylight...
I get to a stop sign.. left or right? right! wrong...
As soon as I turned a man ran out into the road distressful, yelling "my son fell off his bike and busted his head open, can u please drive us to our house down the road?" Fuck!
I glanced over, eyes half shut, to see a little boy around 6 screaming with blood running all down his head... After probably 10 obvious long seconds of just staring, I managed to get out of my car and pop the seat back to let them in the back... They got in and I started to drive off... (later I realized at this point, I still had yet to say a single word)... I look over at my friend who is obvously paranoid out of her mind... my air was on full blast and I think I screamed "who turned this on?" as I slammed the a/c off (this would have been the first words I spoke). I then realized that I never popped the seat back after they got in the back, so I'm actually riding down the road, steering my car with my back bent over, face almost at the wheel... the man didnt say a word the entire 5 minutes going down the road, but I could clearly smell the weed, and I had just smoked, so I knew he could... when we finally got there, i got out to let them get out... he looked over and said thanks flatly... started to walk away and then turned around looking very sad and told us to be careful very frantically, in which we responded by busting out laughing and taking off... at least his kid had quit crying

slide

This guy sounds like he might not have been a cop to me. No ID and asking about weapons like he's hoping you have one so he can shot you. The real pigs are bad enough, but there are a lot of wannabes out there who are just plain dangerous.

weedwarder

When I first got caught smokin' my dad was actually cool with it. He told me that at my age (at the time I was 16) it was alright to experiment with drugs. Well I was not very suprised, ever since I was a young child my dad would tell me that If I ever got high or something else (offtopic beverage drinking consequense) that I could allways count on him to help me get through it, that is offcourse if I overdid it. Bottom line is that in my house my parents are not the stereotypical nazi people that think drugs are terrible. They know that every human being has to try them sometime. Well he caught me because I would smoke it right before I took a shower. One day my dad smelled it and as soon as I got out of the shower he took me outside and started talking to me about it. He told me to not be embarrased and that if I wanted to do it that I should do it away from my mother. Other than that he told me to just take it easy with weed and to not over do it, meaning to not get addicted to anything. He is addicted to an offtopic cough medicine and does not want me to have the same fate.