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hermosthigh

This is an old story, and fortunately (knocking on wood) my only encounter with the law or "getting caught". It was also quite bizarre.

It's May of 1975, I had turned 21 in January. I am not very tall, and at the time did not look 21. My bf (now an x) and I had just earned our first week's vacations from our jobs and decided to go to New Orleans for as many days as our money would hold us. My father loaned us his new Chevy Caprice convertible to drive there.

First day there, we're walking all over the French Quarter having a great day. About 4 in the afternoon we wander back to our car and dozed off in the front seat with the top down. A friendly Quarter police officer quickly woke us up and suggested taking a nap here wasn't such a good idea.

So we dug out our map and traced some backroad to the lake (Ponchatrain). Decided we'd go there, plan our next action (and smoke a joint). The road ended in a medium size gravel parking lot with a ramp that led to the lake. It was the middle of the week and completely abandoned. We thought.

We hadn't even relaxed enough to admire the view before a county, no excuse me, a parrish sheriff pulls in, spitting gravel and looking mean. He asks for our ids, mine clearly states that I am 21. He separates us and handcuffs my bf.

He then comes back to the car and starts questioning me. Mostly my name and stuff about the car. Back in my home state, you do not need to carry your car's registration, only insurance and dl. This sheriff kept demanding the registration, I kept insisting I did not have it and tried to explain why. A number of times.

He repeatedly asked me to look in the glove box for it. I insisted it wasn't in there (knowing that's where our stash is). This guy was mean, and I was very inexperienced (young and dumb to be exact) in dealing with adults, especially an adult like this. I was becoming quite frightened of him.

Finally I quickly opened and closed the glove box (praying he sees nothing) and said, see, no registration. That was that. Next thing I know another car shows up and takes us both to HQ. The mean sheriff keeps insisting during the ride there that telling the truth now will make it easier for me later.

All I could tell him was who I am, why we were there and how this was a total buzz kill (no I didn't use those words). At HQ, I am never read my rights. I am not allowed a phone call. The sheriff calls my family instead. Fortunately my sister answered and told him exactly what I had, we were on vacation in New Orleans with my dad's car and I really am 21.

Eventually a judge comes and within five minutes, my bf is brought out and uncuffed. We are given the keys to our car, relieved of a couple hundred precious dollars and told to never, ever come back to New Orleans.

BTW - I've been back to NO four times since, including to celebrate my twins' 21st birthday.

HMH

 

Rev0lver

close call about 20 mins ago...

my dad was looking for the fireplace lighter to light the grill, and he couldn't find it. so, since things have been found in the past, he decides to search my room. he finds a fireplace lighter inside a pillow(it wasn't even ours, i took it from my church, i have no idea where ours is) and apparantly while searching found a spit bottle as well. he comes downstairs to talk to me, and i say the spit bottle was my friend's and the lighter i was using to light tissues on fire for fun(i do that occasionally). he is still of course, suspicious, so he decides to piss test me. i explained to him second hand pot smoke from concerts and shit like that, so it might be positive idk. i drank a shit load of water+tea throughout the day(not knowing this would happen) but it's only been about a week and a half since the last time i toked, so i was still a little worried. i get piss tested and hurry back to my room to see if anything else is taken, and it's not. piece is still there, bag of some shake, other lighters, etc. i come downstairs and he's talking to my mom. i walk up and he says "i'm sorry i didnt trust you, it was negative". i walked back upstairs laughing my ass off.

Peetstaman

I got caught by my parents 2 weeks ago after smoking about 2-3 times daily for the last year and a half or so and smoke occasionally for like a year b4 that. As usual, I had just thrown my clothes on for school and was settling down with a bowl of my badass pipe, as usual. What was not usual was that my father opened my door mid-hit. I shoved the pipe in between my legs and cuffed the lighter in my hand. He cheerfully said "it's time for school i think u gotta go soon." I turned to him and found that he didn't know a thing, so I said "alright." Big mistake... As i said b4 i was mid hit, so as I said alright a decent amount of smoke came out along with it... Needless to say i was fiz-ucked and i'm grounded for 2 months now, can't do anything at all. And every time my parents ask me about it i keep telling them I don't believe it's wrong or harmful and i'm not stoppin. I still smoke every day without them knowing, i waked and baked every day this vacation in my attic and they haven't been able to tell.

I've never had any "run ins" with the police but I've had to "run away" from the police quite a few times. That sucks that u got caught man, that's kinda why i don't like smokin in cars, it's hard to get away if any anti-marijuana jackass or cop comes after u. It just makes u think about how safe ur smokin spots really are, and thats why all my smoking spots besides my bedroom are in some hard to see area of the woods or some shit.

Acidrain09

I got cought, my parents don't care, not a great story. My friend, however has the funniest conversations with his mom (hes an all around dick to her). Heres one of them -
Mom-I saw that huge bong in your room
Son-You think that ones huge... you should see the one I keep in the basement

W o O c H a

Gah if that was my son and he said that to me, I'd love to reply

Me- "Is it, so you ready to take a vacation"

Son- "Uh maybe where to?"

Me- "Well I'm going to stay here at the house in the warmth and your going go pack up all of your belongings and your going to leave my house and go live on your own until you can earn a little bit of fucking respect, this is not a joke and if your not out of here within ten minutes I'm sure the police would love to confiscate your bongs"

 

$moKeDanK

son- "in that case i shouldnt tell you about that other 4 footer"