Cryo

Also known as, the night I shat a brick.
I guess I should do a bit of a prelude for this.

Prelude
I have an Uncle, as much as I hate him, he goes by the name of Dano. For those of you who don't know, which is everyone, he's a real hick. Total trailer trash and an asshole to boot. Anyways, he used to live with us, for about a year until my mom finally kicked his drunken ass out. Now besides smoking pot, he was into heavier stuff, blow, Special K, all that shit. While he was here he bought a cell phone and a subscription for ir, but because of his shit credit got my mom to do it under her name.

Story
I was sitting on my pc, posting to the Lounge, with GTA paused on my XBox. I'd just started scraping out my glass spoon because I'd been out of cash for the last while and had no pot, so as a way to aleviate my boredom I started cleaning my pieces. Now most of my stuff was out of my stash case. But still hidden from plain view. Than I heard a knock on my door.

"Who is it?"
"OPP" (The canadian version of LEO's)
"Are you serious?"

Now most of my friends would find it pretty funny to drop by around 9 o' clock and mess with me. So I didn't take very many precautions. I just set my pipe on the ground behind a crate which is beside my chair and walked out. I opened the door and there are two officers there. It's at this point the brick was forming in my ass.

"Has anyone from this residence phoned 911?"
"No officer, I've been online and playing video games all night."
"Well we have on record that someone from this phone number called 911."
"Are you sure? I haven't even used the phone tonight."
"What's your name?"
"Donald -Censored- -Censored-"
"Are you the only one here?"
"Yes"
"Mind if we take a look around?"

The brick is becoming solid.

"Uhh, sure."

So while one stands at the door the secound officer went into everydoor way and shined his flash light in, looking to authenticate my story. Then he came to my room.

The brick is solid and screaming to shit.

He looked in.

Brick is in my pants.

Looked around.

I thought about every excuse I could.

He turned around and walked back to me.

"Can we get a confirmation on that last call?"

The secound officer, the one in the door way, started talking on his radio. What I could pick up from the answer was that a cell phone had called 911 and said he needed some people removed from his property. Than called back and said everything was fine. It's standard procedure to answer every 911 call, regardless of what it's for.

"Is the phone in your name?"
"No, it shouldn't be. I think it should be in my uncles though, he stayed here for a bit and that might be it."
"Do you know where he is now?"
"No, but I can call my mom and ask."
"Do that."

So I called her and asked, she didn't have a clue in hell where he was. The officer took the phone.

"Are you sure, he's not in trouble, we just need his address."
My mom, "No, I don't know where he is."
"Well if you find out, contact us."

And with that they left.

After that I always kept my pieces well hidden, even if I was alone.

Afterwards

Both my mom and I figured it was blow dealers coming to collect and he paniced. A few days later we found out he had left and gone up to his moms for a bit after the incident. Which just strenghtens our suspicions.

That run-in with the OPP was probally one of the times were I was the most nervous. I kept my cool though and I made it. Even if I did loose a figurative brick. If I have to deal with anymore shit like this, I swear I'm becoming a mason.

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iamskfan

Oh, the description of the brick throughout various places of the post is hilarious! Very funny the way you put that.

That sucks though that you had to go through that!! Way to keep your cool..and your brick!!

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Zandijuana

That must have been really freaky, man!

ineedsunshine

ah man that would scare me sooo bad

Doc Zee

Haha, very entertaining, the various Brick references were a highlight

Sounds like at least the cops were cool; I can relate though, I've been known to hide bongs with transparent bags and put pipes behind pencils before as hiding places.

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BudSmoker92

Rofl...I cant imagine the feeling in your stomach when you opened the door to really see officers.

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TheInstitution

man that would suuuck haha good thing you pulled through. i'd be freakin out.

420shredder

haha i don't think i would've made it through that one, that's scary!

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homemadebubbler

Wow crazy story man. I'm glad everything worked out for you!

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Ska

Intense stuff

Next time, don't let them in

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