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It was to be my last joint 'ever'.

The weed wasn't even that good - it smelled like manure - but I didn't care. I was going to enjoy it. I sat in the back of that crowded car with my friend rolling a joint to my right. We'll call him Regular. Regular smoked twice a day at least. He had just picked up half an ounce that night, and was rolling a joint with it. The rest of us had split the other half ounce.

To Regular's right sat Drinker. He came to Canada from Europe a few years back, and I've been friends with him ever since. We were huge stoners in high school. Regular on the other hand I had just met through my friend Tagger. But Tagger was busy tagging the pool in the skatepark.

In the driver seat sat Driver. For some reason he had his foot on the gas. Beside him was Girlfriend. She was my friend Boyfriend's girlfriend. He was skateboarding with Skategirl.

Regular suddenly gets sketched out, and leaves the car - leaving me to roll. Great. I figured he had the ounce in his pocket. Just as I'm finishing up we see headlights behind us. The cops. Naturally.
I drop the papers and weed on the ground. The joint gets jammed into the car seat.

Drinker was in the back, drinking a beer, which he poorly hid. The cop asked for it and told him to open his bag. Drinker said 'there's nothing inside'. The cop took the bag and found another beer, an open bottle of JD and a grinder with weed in it.
He was asked to step out. He had his own adventure that involved being cuffed and eventually given a ticket for drinking in public.

So the cop peeks into the car, and finds the weed on the ground beneath my feet.
Fuck.
I just hope and pray he doesn't find the joint. There's less than a gram on the floor!
He finds papers.
I was asked to step out.

The cop reaches into the pocket on the back of the driver's seat and pulls my stomach up into my throat.
He's holding the ounce of weed.
The ounce that I only chipped a measely $20 for.
"Is this yours buddy?"
"No."
"Then why was it in the seat in front of you?"
"I don't know!"
"You're going to jail buddy."
I'm handcuffed. I'm patted down. Taken to the backseat of a cruiser.
The cop reads me my rights, eventually. He's in and out of the car, talking to the other cops and fiddling with the computer in his car.

By now there are five cruisers here, and the extra cops are joking with each other.
Probably happy about their lucky find.
I see Tagger getting cuffed and put into another squad car. Tagger eventually ends up with a Mischief charge for spraypainting and gets a court date. He also gets a date to be fingerprinted.

The cop that deals with me is a nice guy. He's just doing his job. He even seems sympathetic. He tells me that this wasn't my last chance, just my only warning.
"Do you have any questions about this whole thing?"
I'm too afraid to ask, "What's the worst-case scenario?" So instead I ask him what the chances are that I can still become a teacher when I grow up. He tells me that this might make it impossible.

Now what the fuck do I do with my life? I'm in the math teaching program at university for the SOLE reason of becoming a teacher.

He uncuffs me and tells me my courtdate. I'm not taken downtown and I'm not getting fingerprinted. This will go on my record though.

We drove back in silence.
Back in our house, not much is said. We discuss it a little. I think I have a good enough story to not get a bad penalty at all.
I just have to tell my parents tomorrow.
They probably won't take it well at all.

Back in the house, I realized that the cops never found the joint. I fish it out of the car seat, fix it up, and my roommates and I smoke it. Driver tells me that the cop only noticed us originally because he had his foot on the breaks and the cop saw the breaklights.

My last joint ever. A great thing to start a huge change in my life.

NOTE: Sorry I had to be so dramatic... I got in the creative writing mood.
This whole story is entirely true.

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