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Really Really Lucky
Damn, I should be sitting in jail right now. I had to leave town for work, a little over a four hour drive to my destination. So I had a couple of joints on me. One in my cigarette pack and one hidden away in my backpack. I burn the joint in my cigarette pack after I take off, and throw the roach back into the pack. Well I get pulled over about an hour from my destination for "Following to close" which really means "Long haired bearded guy in an '08 Model Car!". I went through the whole deal, then was asked to step out of the car (you couldn't smell the pot anymore by this time) while he ran me and all that good stuff. Well, he tell's me he's going to write me a warning and all of a sudden starts questioning if I have any guns or drugs, of course I tell him no. But I knew it was coming....
"Do you mind if I search you and your vehicle?"
Fuck! Keep in mind the cigarette pack is laying on the console with only two cigarettes in it at this point and a really sticky, smelly roach. I have had luck in the past a couple of times, by just consenting to the search and they would go ahead and not search me, figuring I was being straight. Not this time. He goes straight for the passenger side, rummaging through my shit, going through my backpack. Comes out, goes to the back of the car and starts going through the equipment I was carrying. Only did a small pat-down of me beforehand. Amazingly finds NOTHING! I thought for sure I was on my way to jail in the middle of nowhere Tennessee. I have no idea how this happened, he missed the joint in the backpack (which was in a little toothbrush compartment) and if he had even opened that cigarette pack he'd of smelled it no problem. Wow, I think I'm going to travel with edibles from now on.
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