Well, this happened about two weeks ago, the last time I was blazed. A couple of buddies and I were parked at the end of this gravel road a little ways outside of town. We had smoked about 8 bowls of some pretty dank stuff, and were of course blazed out of our minds (to give you an idea we spent an hour trying to find our way out of a neighborhood that's not much more than about 9 square blocks... we were freaking out because we had never been there before, driving in circles the whole time). So there I am reloading the bowl (pepsi can pipe, haha), with the light on inside the car, which was a real stupid move. All of a sudden, out of nowhere a cop pulls over behind us. My buddy and started freaking out, and I hid what little was left of the ganja in my ponytail (oh yea). In my highness, I started telling my friend to just drive away, but thankfully he had more of a grip than I did. The third dude was in the back, and when he gets blazed he just pretty much becomes sedated, kind of lost in a level of deep thinking that only ganja can help you attain.

So he didn't really care, he was just sitting there. Anywayz, the pig asked to see the driver's ID, which he promptly supplied. After checking my buddy's DL, he asked us what we were doing out here, yadda yadda yadda.... I was close to shitting my pants, because I had gotten popped for possession about two weeks before that... So you can imagine that.
Pig: "You guys haven't been smoking any marijuana or anything?"
Alex (the driver): "No sir, no we haven't." (As you might have guessed the car absolutely reeked of ganja...)
Me: *almost shitting pants*
Pig: "So you don't have any marijuana in your vehicle?"
Alex: "No, sir, certainly not."
Me: *almost shitting pants*
Pig: "So if I searched your vehicle I wouldn't find anything you're not supposed to have, would I?"
Alex: "No sir."
Me: ............ *pretty damn close to shitting pants*
.... So at this point, I was about to get out of the car, because I was like 'so he just asked to search the vehicle, right?' .Thankfully I was so high I couldn't get out, because the door was locked. Just as I was starting to wonder why we weren't getting out of the vehicle, I realized that the pig had gone back to his car to get Alex's DL, and that he was only asking what he might find if he DID search our car... He didn't actually want to. What would have happened if I had gotten out of that car? Jesus...
Anyhoo, the cop gave back Alex's DL, and then told us we better get out of there and just go home. He watched us drive away, and only when we were about 200 yards away did I start freaking out... After that scare of a lifetime, we went and smoked a couple more bowls, then went back to my house and watched pooty tang. That movie will make your life good. Well, I just wanted to share my scary f***ing story... Sorry that it was probably WAY too long...
