Close Calls

[Ryan87]

Im sure most all of us have had those moments where you were real close to getting caught, but somehow made it out OK.

i have one, happened recently

i was visiting a friend of mine in his dorm. we were drinking and smoking in his room with some other people when a friend of his from a couple floors up comes down and invites us over to show us his new bong. so me and my friend go into his room and we smoke some more out of his bong. Well turns out he was already on the RAs list for noise disturbances, so this time they just decided to call the cops on him! they walk in (cant remember if it was unlocked or if the RAs had a key?) right as I pass the bong...i am fucked. (i thought)

but the good news is my friend created such a huge disturbance and was giving them so much shit that they took him down to the station for the night and sent me back to his room since I was a guest (the RAs said i could stay for some reason) Turns out the kid from 2 floors up got kicked out of the dorms, but he was getting a house with a friend that month anyway. And my friend got his charges dropped! no idea now.

[thedon420]

I'm a junior in high school (started preschool when I was 6 or 7, so don't ban me), and I'm in the marching band (supposedly there was a close-up of me in the 2006 Macy's day parade, I play tuba, if you saw it, I know, big honer marching in Macy's), anyways, at the beginning of this school year, I always carried a small amount of weed, everywhere, at all times, (i don't anymore, partially because of the following story.
There was a band compatition in Annapolis Maryland, at the Naval academy, also a military base, where any psychoactive substance is prohibited, by federal law, possession of as little as .05 grams of weed can put you in federal prison for at least 5 years. So I bring the weed on the field, in a pocket, in my band uniform because of this, exclusively for bragging rights, all the tubas know about it, at the time, 6 of us smoked, or wanted to try it, and the other 3 where cool with it, (I know, 9 tubas) most of us (the tuba players) hated being in band, but had to be in it for one reason or another, we started a lot of shit, and at the end of the season 8 of us egged the drumb major's house, (7 tubas, 1 snare drummer) we where caught (a whole other story), so anyways that is the kind of people I was with. Anyways, I brought the weed on and off the field, no problem, in fact I was so accustomed to having the weed that I forgot it wad in my band uniform pocket, I change out of it, and return it to the band director's wife, with the weed still in the pocket, when I get back one of the my friends asks me about the weed, and my face drains of all color, with an expression of pure terror, I almost scream "SHIT THE WEED IS STILL IN MY UNIFORM", (it was the last preformance of the season) and I run to the trailer with the uniforms, and tell the band director's wife that I left my Mp3 in my uniform pocket, so I can try to find my uniform, and save the dry cleaners the trouble of possibly returning it to the band director with my uniform number (expulsion from school, no questions asked), or worse, the band director's wife finding it, and finding out I lied to her. I can't find my uniform, so I get back to the bus, and tell my friend (who has orchestra first period, and will unload the trailers) to find my uniform, and retrieve the weed, I'm still terrified all weekend, but he came through, and I recover the weed when I have band (7th period), I still owe him, I said he could keep it, but he didn't want to have it in school (there wasn't much anyways). when I got home, I finished it off, and it seemed like the best weed I ever smoked, thank god there are so many pot heads in the band.
that is 100% true, I'll have friends confirm this when I can if you don't believe me.

[VanillaTom]

in my freshman year of college me and my rooommate needed to get high. We decided to ask this girl down the hall if we could smoke in her room while she was gone. she was going out so she said we could. Well she wound up getting too drunk and got arrested. The RAs brought her back to her room but it was locked so they knocked on the door. We are in the middle of a smoke session so we start freakin out. My roommate unlocks the door and slowly opens it to find the girl drunk as shit standing next to the RA. The RA looks at us and just kind of nods and tells us to take care of her. It scared the shit out of me but it turned out all right after. We wound up smoking two more bowls and getting wicked high. It was sweet

[Mike.]

One night I was getting ready for school the next morning and brushing my car off cause it was winter. Well I brought my little homemade bong out and was hitting it when I heard something so i ran inside the garage and set it down. Then my dad opened the door and asked what I was doing and I said scraping off the ice adn brushing off the snow etc. So then a few minutes later I grab the bong and bring it back out. I hit it a few times and heard the door again but this time I couldn't go in the garage. I just set the bong up against the garage door in the corner where the garage was probably 5 inches recessed from the rest of the wall. My dad walks outside and is talking to me asking what I was doing still and might havee said something about it smelling out there. And he walked straight out the door to the far side of the car, right as he was about to turn around he would have seen the bong as he would be facing the garage and was suspicious. I called out real quick "Hey do you think i should bend the license plate on the front back so its straight" and hes like "Yeah Sure" but the whole time he had his head cocked towards the car and never looked towards the garage when he walked in. I was so happy it was the most fluke thing that he didn't see it.

Also, another time, last year, me and 2 of my good friends went to the mall. We wanted to find a spot to chill and smoke a blunt instead of riding around but could only come up with smoking at our friends warehouse. It is down this long path from a main road and theres another warehouse next to it. Well at the bordering warehouse there was an abandoned school bus. We smoked a blunt in the school bus and then left, trying to find a new spot to smoke another blunt. Couldn't find one again so I suggested we just go back to the warehouse. We went back and I parked the blazer. Next thing I know my buddy says dude we gotta go. And I look up and see a police car marked "Fire Chief" and a big conversion van. My friend says the van said Smoke Van on it or something but idk. I turned the car on instantly and floored it out, going the same way they just came from (the only entrance/exit is the one driveway). The circled around and followed me and I just went flying up to the main road and almost hit a car. THen I went on the main road, cut up a diagonal street and waas going 45 in a 25 all while my two friends are flipping out. I had a quarter on me and a bunch of blunts and shit and hid it all under the center console. Then I got on the freeway and went to another neighboring city to eat at Wendys Scary day.

[smokeitup421]

one day i was pickin up from my usual dealer, about 20 mins later these under cover cops come up to me and are like "excuse me but we just saw u enter a suspected drug house" and i was like like huh? i was just visiting my mate to ask if i could loan some ps2 games. and they were like well we have to search you, and they did but i had the weed i had just bought in my wallet, they searched me and didnt find anything and didnt even ask to look in my wallet which was lucky. they were then like "so where are u going now" and i was like "im going home i live just up the road there" and they were like well look out if you keep going into that house u may be questioned by police, and i was like oh ok. so i then went to my mates place and smoked up what i had just bought, and told him the story and he said that it was fucked they could do that.