[Happyjack13]

We call this kid on the phone, who told us he was dry. But he gave us his buddies number, so we called him. Well his buddy told us to drive into his neighborhood, and after we take the first turn, start creeping slowly in our car, so we did. After about 2 minutes of creeping, the kid was no where in site. So we drove back up to regular speed, and circled the neighborhood. Well, we call the kid back after rounding the neighborhood 3 times, and he tells us "Oh sorry, I forgot, you are in the wrong neighborhood..." Kinda shady yea, but we needed some bud at this time (this is a time before we had knowledge of growing)

So we go into the neighborhood right down the street, take the first left, and start creeping, well, we crept right to the top of this hill where the was a dead end and sat there for a good 30 seconds. Finally we see this little red car start to creep up the road and pull up next to us. He throws in the bag, and we throw him the money, seems kinda shady, but we were glad it was over with. As were driving, something tells us to take the back entrance out of the neighborhood instead of heading to the front. We roound the corner ahead, and my phone starts to ring...It was the kid we just got the bag from! He says to us "Ok, go in the neighborhood, take your first left and start to creep, I will meet you there." My buddies and I just look at each other dumbfounded...could he really have just totally forgotton that he already sold us the bag? It seemed way to fishy to stick around so we got out of there via the back entrance. We went down a dirt road a bit, then cut back up onto the main road. As were turning back onto the main road...two local pigs fleeeew by us and turned right into the neighborhood that we were in.

Sounds crazy yea...but it gets better.

We were so relieved that we got out of there in time, we didn't think that those weren't the only two patrol cars in the area. So were cruisin down a dirt road, smokin' a bowl havin a laugh, when suddenly, another cop goes past, and we didn't even flinch to get the bowl down. Well, he passes us and slams on his breaks at the top of the hill behind us. I'm not about to wait around to find out what happens next, I grab my bowl, the bag we just got, and the dime bag of chronic we already had on us, and wrap it all together and hurl it out the window towards the woods. To my dismay, we hear the deafening sound of my bowl hitting a rock squarely, and whats even worse...the cop kept on driving.

So we drive to our buddies house, sit down and smoke a bong of his weed, and an hour later, decide we had waited long enough, and we want to see if we can find the shit I threw out the window.

We went back and searched and found the chronic sitting right along the side of the road, the wrap job I did must not have been too great. So we've got one of 3 things. Next thing, to my amazement, I found my little green bowl, which I called reptar, in one peice, safe and sound. 2/3. And finally, after about 10 minutes of rummaging through the tree's, we found the tree. The bag we had just purchased, found, a half ounce, between 3 of us, was smoked away in a celebratory fashion within 3 hours. But it was one of our craziest experiences ever, and hopefully will be forever.