Was chilling in my apartment in april, had a few friends over. We just finished smoking around a quad of some bud, and with having 4 friends over, I had all 13 of my pieces out on the table. Well, word got around to an old friend that I wasn't on good terms of, to what we were doing. He called the police, had 6 squad cars outside of my apartment, and as I was walking a bud to the door to say goodbye, opened the door and 9 officers stormed in with guns pointed, ordering us all to the ground. They were informed that , y apartment was a "hardcore drug trap spot with hostages being held." Confused, I explained what was going on, told them all of the bud was smoked, and claimed all of my pieces. They apologized for the scare, and told me they were just protecting themselves... ended up getting a misdy and court papers. $120 and a slap on the wrist. Lol'ed at the court paper though. It read "dangerous teens potentially involved in marijuana ring, officers seized thirteen pipes and bongs, questionable tar substance in each of them" anyways, moral of the story, watch who your friends are, and watch who says what to who while you're blazing. Also, I was all-state all academic on our football team, and the cop who gave me the ticket proceeded to tell me how much of a fan he was of me watching me on friday nights. All of the other officers left, and he sat for a good hour on my couch talking about football, while I was blazed out of my mind. He tipped his belt and said have a good one be safe and winked at me. Pretty memorable experience, didn't like the misdy, but good story to have. Sent from my SAMSUNG-SGH-I467 using Grasscity Forum mobile app
right? Crazy the extents they'll go through to stir things up. Sent from my SAMSUNG-SGH-I467 using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Alright so this is my first post and my first encounter with the police due to weed. I was about 16 at the time and the summer just started. My friend and I were supposed to meet up with my other friend at 8 when he finished work at a local pool. It was about 7:30 so we decided that we'd go to a park near where he worked and blaze a little bit until he finished. We drive up into the park and stop by the spot. My friends pipe was half full already so we throw a little bit of the gram we have in and get out of the car to blaze. We grab our boards from the trunk and ride over to the spot behind the building which is also a skate spot. We casually spark it as we skate in the back and just pass it on a whim. After taking a couple of hits a cop car pulls up and drives into the spot (The spot is a dropoff area for an abandoned park generator so you can drive right through it if you want). I stay cool and just throw the pipe in my pocket foolishly hoping he just wanted to turn around. My friend who already has had some issues with the cops makes a run for it. The cop gets out of his car and calls my friend back over. He reluctantly comes back and we both sit down on the ground. The cop is the police chief so we know he's going to be a hard ass about the weed. He starts questioning my friend about why he ran and he answers honestly saying he had bad experiences with the police. The cop thinks he ran to toss the pipe/joint/blunt, and gives him a sassy lecture about how he will find whatever my friend threw over there. (My friend didn't toss anything all he had was a lighter). The cop than calls another squad car over and starts to question me. I play dumb and "apologize for skating here" and say that "I didn't know it wasn't allowed". He didn't really buy it saying that he wasn't interesting in us skating here and that it smelled like pot. At this point the other squad car arrives and I overhear him saying into the radio that they "caught another group of them". I'm shitting a brick, but manage to stay calm as the cop searches the area looking for something we tossed. He doesn't find anything because we didn't throw shit, so he proceeds to call my friend over and asks him to turn around. My friend immediately confesses to having a lighter on him, but says he smokes cigarettes. The cop plays along and searches his pockets. He takes out his wallet, gum, all that shit, luckily the weed and grinder was all the way in my car hidden. He lets my friend sit down and than comes over to me. I have the bowl with weed in it sitting in my pocket, so naturally I think I'm fucked. I casually stand up, turn around, and just say (kind of admitting defeat) "I'm guessing you wana search me now?". By some miracle of god the cop says "No, you guys are free to go". I believe he let us go, either because he thought I would definently not have it on me because I didn't run and (not to be rude) come off a lot less suspicious (way I act, speak, dress) than my friend, or because he was convinced my friend tossed all the evidence and knew he wouldn't find it. Either way I was amazed to say the least. I thought my life was over, I went to a private school so I would've been expelled not to mention the shit I'd get from my parents. Me and my friend were so worked up we didn't even finish the bowl pack.
I promise this is a real story. So my girlfriend and I are driving to grab about an eighth or so. We get it and we are about 20 min away from are house and guess what I see in the rear view mirror.... the facking red and blues. My girlfriend being the facking champ she is, stuffs the bud hardcore into her vajayjay (no she is not loose) I roll down my window and ask the officer why I was pulled over. He says I was speeding... and immediately asks me, "Where is it"? I reply just got back from dropping off a buddy and he reeked of it so I don't have any. He thinks I'm lying, escorts me to the back of his car with the silver bracelets on my wrist, I'm shitting my captain underpants as my Girlfriend is escorted out of the car. I'm praying and hoping they don't call a k-9 and so they find nothing and Im on my way home in 20 min with a $250 speeding ticket kissing my Girlfriends ass thanking her for what she did. Oh btw if they would have found it on her I would have taken the blow ofcourse. So basically went home and celebraTed with my lovely scented vagina bud to not getting caught Sorry my story is so long I promise this is a real story. So my girlfriend and I are driving to grab about an eighth or so. We get it and we are about 20 min away from are house and guess what I see in the rear view mirror.... the facking red and blues. My girlfriend being the facking champ she is, stuffs the bud hardcore into her vajayjay (no she is not loose) I roll down my window and ask the officer why I was pulled over. He says I was speeding... and immediately asks me, "Where is it"? I reply just got back from dropping off a buddy and he reeked of it so I don't have any. He thinks I'm lying, escorts me to the back of his car with the silver bracelets on my wrist, I'm shitting my captain underpants as my Girlfriend is escorted out of the car. I'm praying and hoping they don't call a k-9 and so they find nothing and Im on my way home in 20 min with a $250 speeding ticket kissing my Girlfriends ass thanking her for what she did. Oh btw if they would have found it on her I would have taken the blow ofcourse. So basically went home and celebraTed with my lovely scented vagina bud to not getting caught Sorry my story is so long
I doubt one or two cops would have done anything about it but because there were 9 officers, they probably had to go by the book. At least it wasn't too harsh
Don't be intimidated by the length. It's a good read. Trust me. Warning: if you are easily offended, socially conservative, or borderline illiterate, stop reading this right now. Don't say I didn't warn you. Backstory: Sam and I have been best friends since 10th grade. We were also friends with a lad named Adam. Adam was a family man and happened to be at a movie with his father during the story. Since Adam was more often than not our voice of reason, we blame him for the following events. Jack and Sam go for an adventure. Hilarity ensues. Date: January 7th, 2012. 8:00PM Location: Somewhere north of Charlotte, North Carolina 8:00: Samuel and I call Adam. He sends me a text politely informing us that he was finger banging my mother and would be indisposed to come out for the next 2 hours. (Translation: he's busy and doesn't want anything to do with us) 8:02: Saddened by Adam's inability to disregard social norms and ignore the consequences of our actions, Samuel and I decide to consume copious amounts of alcohol and other illicit drugs. 9:15: Having decided that we have both consumed enough alcohol and drugs to kill a wildebeest, we decide to head for South Carolina in order to procure fireworks (fireworks are illegal in NC). 9:25: We hit the highway. Being the law abiding citizen that I am, I put the cruise at the limit. A strange beeping noise has been pissing us off for the last 10 minutes. 9:26: I see the seatbelt light is on. Combining that with the with the beeping, I come to the realization that Samuel is not wearing his seatbelt. He clips his buckle. The beeping stops. Satisfied with my ingenious epiphany, I bump the cruise up 10mph. 9:35: We pull off the highway in search of liquid gold (coffee). At this point, I have the cognitive abilities of a five year old, am functionally illiterate, and am quite possibly a danger to myself and others. Undaunted, we press on. 9:36: The coffee completely bypasses my stomach and all 22oz are immediately dumped into my bladder. My bladder is so full at this point that is attempting to annex the space my kidney is currently occupying in order to expand even more. 9:38: I pull off the side of the road and piss on the guard rail. Feeling pleased that I had so nonchalantly micturated on government property, I return to my vehicle and continue the journey to South Carolina 10:00: "Safely" arriving at what we thought was a fireworks store, we walk in and are immediately hit with the sight of titties, penises, and dildos so large that even Paris Hilton wouldn't ask for seconds. We realize we're in a porn store. Disgusted by a place so objectifying to women, we purchase a playboy and exit the store. 10:02: We arrive at the fireworks store across the street. Quite obviously inebriated, the manager is apprehensive about selling us toys that can possibly double as weapons of mass destruction if used properly. After convincing him that we are responsible, law abiding citizens, he sells us our toys and even throws in a free package of bottle rockets. Immediately, my mind begins racing with ideas of illegal things for which I can use these bottle rockets. 10:10: The caffeine starts working and is beginning to make me feel sober. Annoyed by this, I pull off the highway and purchase a case of beer. It quenches my thirst and I can smile at the fact that I am both consuming god's gift to man while breaking the law at the same time. 10:30: A car pulls behind me. The light refracting in my mirror enrages me. I speed up. The car behind my speeds up. I get into the right lane. The car follows. I briefly consider slamming on the brakes in order to teach him the dangers of tailgating. Deciding that my license plate wasn't that of a stolen vehicle and satisfied with my expert driving, the police officer drives away. I wave as he goes past, just being polite. 10:45: We arrive in the pretentious, cum guzzling, holier than thou town that is Davidson, North Carolina. I decide that this would be a good place to wreak havoc. Samuel begins driving. 10:46: We pull over and begin lighting fireworks in miscellaneous locations that includes but is not limited to: out of a stop sign, off of a school's roof, out of somebody's exhaust pipe, and of course, from our very own moving car. 10:55: Having successfully given the elderly their daily heart attacks, they call the police on us. The good news is we no longer fear death. 10:57: As I exit the car and set off my final bottle rocket of the evening, watching it in its hallowed glory, I am blinded by a light so bright I thought I overdosed and had gone to heaven. 10:57:30: Samuel drives away leaving me to deal with the fuzz on my own. 10:58: Not at all aware of my state of mind, Davidson's finest laughs at me and tells me that I just fucked up. I give him the finger but agree. 10:59: Seeing my stumble towards his car, Officer Hardass tells me "get my motherfucking ass on the on the motherfucking ground before he shoots a taser in my ass." Unnerved by his rudeness, I comply. 11:00: Being so obese, he struggles to get out of of his clown car, handcuffs me, and asks if I have any more illegal explosives or narcotics. I reply with a respectful "no sir." He disagrees with my honesty and begins to search me. Bothered by the fact that he can't find any drugs that he can consume later, he asks me to squat and spread my butt cheeks (pants are still on). I do ask he says and ask him if he'd like me suck him off, too. He is not amused. 11:05: Either being a good friend or not realizing I was still dealing with the 5-0, Samuel returns, this time walking. 11:06: Officer inquires to Samuel about his association with me. Samuel curses himself and tells the truth. 11:07: Seeing another person to put in handcuffs, Johnny Law pops a boner. 11:15: After what seemed like ages, the officer returns with two tickets, which read, "Unlawful discharge of explosives into the air." Having already passed a field sobriety test, he then informs us that it is our lucky day because his cruiser's breathalyzer is 2 days past its inspection date. I immediately convert to Christianity and thank God. 11:20: We return home and continue consuming alcohol. Samuel ended up getting a lawyer and getting his charge expunged. Not wanting to take the easy way out, I decide to go to court. Before I even made my plea, I requested to speak to the ADA (Assistant District Attorney). My wish was granted. This meeting being private, she was unable to verify my story with the prosecuting officer. She takes kindly to my charm and agrees to dismiss my case as long as I promised to "never ever ever have to come here again." I promise. Deciding that 15 years is too much of an age difference, I do not ask for her number. I leave. Fin Note: I now realize how much of a danger it is to consume alcohol and drive, and I have vowed to never do it again. Also, the reason that the officer could not arrest us is because in North Carolina a fireworks charge is a Class III misdemeanor, meaning that if the person has a clean record and is not causing a ruckus, they cannot be arrested and since he never saw us discharge the other fireworks, he couldn't attest to us being raging dickheads Sorry for the length. I have one more cop story if you guys want to hear it. Happy toking! Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
This one time (like 4 months ago) I was out with two friends and it was 2:00am. We were just walking around this golf course that my friend happens to live near by while smoking that good shit . After like a good 30 mins of walking around blazing, we make a turn that leaves the golf course and to our surprise, there was a cop car hiding in the parking lot with the lights off and everything (cop's were undercover because they got reports of some dudes who were causing vandalism in neighborhoods late at night and no it wasn't me, but I am friends with the kids who were doing it lol) anyway my friend (Lisandro) freezes and shouts "5 0! 5 0!" Him, me and my other friend (Chris) all run off into this plaza nearby. After we "lost" them, I told Chris that I was really paranoid and just wanted to go home. Only problem was that we had to cross this street to get back home but cops were still looking for us. We tried to cross but were instantly seen by the cop car which was once again creeping around the area with the lights off being barely able to see. The cops chased us in their car and kept on creeping up at every corner we turned to. Lisandro said he was make a run for his house which was relatively closer than ours (me and Chris live really close to each other) Peace, later, bye. Me and Chris were on our own. We managed to sneak back into the golf course and hid behind this huge tree. After 3 mins, the cops got out of their car and started searching the entrance of the golf course with their flashlights. Chris was able to stay calm but I couldn't idk why (too high maybe) I thought we were gonna get caught because there was nowhere to run without being noticed and I really didn't want to get rid of my pipe but there was a lake right next to us so if things would've gotten ugly, I could've thrown it in. The flashlights seemed to be getting closer and I really couldn't run anymore. " fuck man this is shit; what are we going to tell our parents?" Chris just kept looking to see if the cops had left. I seriously doubted that they were going to leave just like that, but that's exactly what happened. We didn't see any flashlights but I was so paranoid that I thought a cop was gone sneak out of a bush or something but luckily, we managed to cross the street without any trouble. After that, it was all just laughing and thanking god. The walk home was relieving and after I got home, I went around to the back of the house and climbed up into my room without waking anyone up. Chris managed to sneak back in his house unnoticed too. We got back around 4:30am. I later found out that the reason the cops stopped looking for is was because they had caught Lisandro sneaking back into his house (they thought his house was getting robbed)
(Had to make another post because the other one was so big that it got super glitchy) Lisandro didn't have anything on him so he was off the hook but I'm sure he got a beating by his mom when the cops showed up. Well thanks for reading! 😊
Soon. Not tonight. But soon. It won't be as good as the first one, but I'll make sure to write it whilst stoned. so it should be rather colorful Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
I remember when i was about 15 i almost got fucked by the cops. I was coming home when my friend Mark asked if i wanted to smoke some weed because he got fronted like 32 grams of Reggie/ Low mids to sell and he wanted to smoke some blunts with me and this other friend Lewis. So i say sure and i go over to the forest he was in because him and i ALWAYS smoked in the forest. So after walking there, in order to get to the forest you have to cross a huge street, so when i had the chance, i dashed through and ran all the way into the forest, but that was a huge mistake because while i was crossing, a cop was driving through! i thought about it for a second but then thought that it wasnt a big deal. So then after that i go to Mark and i's usual place to toke and he has his bubbler, blunts, and we all smoked with Mark, Lewis, and i . And then while we're toking, all of a sudden, we hear footsteps and we hear "PUT YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL FIRE AT YOU!" and there were about 4 cops, 2 of them carrying huge assault rifles. And when all of that happens, i Mark nonchalantly but quickly put everything back in his backpack, and Lewis (Keep in mind he's also black so i found this funny), when lewis heard them, he quickly put the bubbler in his jacket and just dipped and ran like a black man and the 2 men with the assault rifles chased after him. and mark and i stayed. So then after that the cops come and they search out pockets but never even touched Marks Bag (THANK GOD because he probably had about 5 lighters, 3 bowls, a bong, and 32 grams of weed) . They asked if we had been smoking any pot because they saw a puff of smoke but we just said no and that the puff of smoke was from trying to start a bonfire (since we set up the wood and everything)and then tey ask us for our info and said we were trespassing and that we werent allowed in the forest. and then after that, the 2 cops with the guns come back and say that the other kid (Lewis) got away lol. And its funny cuz hes black. And then so after that they let us go and we smoked some bowls at marks house after that.
So I wake up this morning feeling like getting a nice mcgriddle and some ice coffee. So i head out for mcdonalds and spark up a blunt on the way. So im driving and i pass this biker at the end of his driveway, not really thinking anything of him i drive pass ashing and smoking my blunt with my windows down. I get to mcdonalds get my order and im driving home. I see him still at the end of this driveway in the distance. I thought that was kind of odd so as i drive past him, once again, stoned as fuck i realize it was a cop. I didn't even notice, i thought it was just a guy on his bike getting ready to head out... LOL. That could have been very bad. Anyways i drove past him and just started cracking up. Anyways, this mcdonalds is on point, really hittin the spot, oh and the blunt aint hurtin either
So... Here's a story of something I've experienced with the cops.. I was 15 or 16 at the time lol and I was with my brother and a friend of mine. So I decide let's gets highhhh and they agree.. We go to a park by our school a couple of blocks away and I proceed to roll up a blunt.. We had some dank!!!!!!! so shit got us pretty high off one blunt.. After we smoke that blunt I tell my brother and friend we should leave because placed reeked of bud and there's actually a police station about 2-3 blocks away from that park (lmaoo).. My brother says nah he has enough weed to roll up one more.. So here's where things start to go wrong lol... MY BROTHER starts rolling another up and when he cracks open the blunt to throw the tobacco and etc out in the bushes and etc.. HES FACING THE STREET lol..Instantly as I'm watching I see a cop car passes by that as my brother was cracking the blunt open lol.. SO at this point I'm like FUCK you just rolled up in front of a cop.. I'm hoping that the cops didn't see but I keep an eye out and so does my friend who was with us.. 2-3 minutes pass by and the blunt is already rolled up so we look out for a quick sec then light that shit up.. I finally get distracted and so does my brother and friend...we were laughing our asses off having a good convo and etc .. Right as my brother passed me the blunt I get alert again and since most of the time I'm looking to the right side I finally look to the LEFT and the cop car is RIGHT NEXT TO ME LMFAO...Lights off and everything...Cops inside their car literally about 2-3 CENTIMETERS away...So I'm like "Yooo Shit 5 0, 5 0 !!!...." My friend and brother get up instantly from sitting on the park bench, I was standing across from them sitting on the other side and keeping most of the look out basically... SO I'm like fuck up, my bro and friend follow me.. We were literally walking away from the cops LOL...I told him running will make it suspicious even though they literally caught up red handed... We walk out the right and as were walking out the cop car behind us basically goes about 5 miles per hour and is just passing slowly and when we were out the park they just were trailing us....THey finally stop their car, I thought they were gonna come us and say something but they're just sitting there ..I didn't really look at their face lol I should have though to remember them...I'm pretty sure it could've been the same cops who probably saw my brother rolling up.. We finally get to the train station (this was in nyc) so yeah we feel relieved and shit because walking all slow and high as shit.. I finally realized that I was walking with the blunt IN MY HAND THE WHOLE TIME WE WAS WALKING LOL...It was off and we lit that shit up again and just walking and smoking with it cause it was only a clip left.. Hope this story wasn't too boring and hopefully it was entertaining for you guys lol.. I have about 2 more cop stories that I've experienced that I'd like to post later.
of course he knew haha, he juss didn't give a fuck what you guys were doing, having fun not hurting a single person, n u ran into one of the rare cops that thinks like that@ nice job man, dude sounds like a toker himself lol