About 2 or 3 months ago, a few of my buddies and I went out to a cliff jumping spot a couple towns over. We got there, ripped the bubble a few times and climbed and jumped the cliff until we couldn't barely stand. We had a hell of a good time. If the music wasn't so loud coming from the stereo we brought out there, we might've had an even better time. What we couldn't hear was the side window on one of my boy's vans being smashed out. After we discovered all of this, the cops were called and everything was hidden in the woods for good measure. A cop shows us about a half an hour later after the call was made, looks around all casual barely saying anything, barely asking any questions. Next thing you know he's handing us paperwork and he was gone in about 10 mins after he got there. As were my boy's 5-day old Iphone, an Ipod touch, and about 75 dollars. Fast forward about a month and as I'm pulling into the local wawa I notice a cop parked right by the door, about to get into his car. So as I'm opening the door to the store, I hear my name called from behind me. So I turn around and I'm like what the fuck? as this cops standing there staring at me. Here's how the conversation went. Me : Yeah? Cop : Hey uh we still haven't gotten anything from that scene the day unfortunately. Me : Oh really? Me Thinking : Surprised me there bud, it must be my birthday. Cop : Yeah just thought I'd let you know that we have been working on it because you guys weren't the only ones to have stuff stolen from you out there. ...and so on. First off, I think it's weird that the cop recognized me being he only took my name since I didn't have anything stolen. Oh well, I guess it was still cool that he gave me a heads up on the situation. About 3 or 4 days ago, my boy that had his Iphone stolen got a letter in the mail saying the cops made an arrest on some guy from a county over and they recovered the Iphone, and the Ipod (3 months later) and he will be receiving such amount of money. Now, fast forward to about a half an hour ago. Make that 3 hours ago. I get a call around 11 to come smoke a blunt or two with one of my boys. So I get there, roll the blunt and we start hotboxing my car. About two thirds of the way through the Wine Game beauty, my boy goes to pass it to me and we dropped her in the center console. Apparently my car likes to eat things, it's either that or we were both mentally numb from the blunt intake that we couldn't find it for shit. So we left it, fuck it. So with the roach raunching up my car, I leave at around 1:30. I always have this rule that if I'm gonna box my car make sure I'm not driving with weed on me afterwards because shit stinks for mad long and if I'm gonna get pulled over, I figured I'd be fucked. So what do you know, not 5 minutes down the road, I see the lights come on behind me. So I'm like fuck man, it's 1:30 in the morning, they're going to smell that roach and end up searching my car for about an hour or two looking for the weed, fuck man I'm gonna be here all night. And yeah, my car reeked, horribly. Cop asks me for license/registration and insurance yada yada he comes back ten minutes later with a warning (he pulled me over cuz I swerved over the median when I was lighting a cig) and tells me to have a good night and drive safe. And as he's walking away, I lean my head out the window and say "whoa hold on a minute, aren't you that same cop from when my boy's windows got smashed out back at the cliff jumping spot?" Keep in mind, when I';m stoned, I tend to be a stuttering mumbling fuck, and we ended up talking about it all for a good 5 or 10 minutes. Weird how things happen.