This story takes place about 2 years ago when I was 16. Me and my friend were stranded at my house on a saturday night. I had an eighth of some dank headies and a brand new bowl my bro had gotten me for my birthday, that I was saving to smoke on a special occasion. My parents have one rule, no smoking INSIDE the house, i'm allowed to smoke as much as I want on the back porch though. I couldn't though due to it being about 6 PM, meaning all of my neighbors would be able to see me. So I told my friend I had over to call his older bro and see if he wanted to get stoned and then go to the movies, and his brother said yes. I was jonesin soo much that as soon as we got in the car I packed a bowl.. I smoked bowl after bowl by myself because I was really enjoying my new bowl, and neither of my friends wanted to smoke until we got to the smoke spot. So we finnaly roll up to the spot (ghetto part of town) around 8-9 PM so its completely dark. My friends bro then pulls out a bong he had bought that day, it was tanish brown translucent. But there was a mod to it, my friend got one of those cup holder protectors that sit in the bottom of cup holders in your car and LIGHT UP to sound activation and glued it to the bottom of the bong. So everytime you start to take a hit the whole bong lights up in like 10 colors. We then left the car and went off the rod in to some tall grass (about 3-4 ft tall) and sat down. We then started to smoke. About 4 bowl packs in we were all completely baked, and only had the intentions of packing 1 more bowl. So I start packing the last bowl, suddenly a car rolls up on the road and stops right on the curb (we were like 15 yards off the curb). We were in the ghetto, middle of nowhere spot and some car rolls up and people start getting out of the car!! So we all lay down on our stomachs and start army crawling through the tall grass away from the road (even though our car was parked on the road). We wait for about 10min and hear no noises, so we army crawl all the way back to the road (with a 2 foot bong in our hands). We get to the road and the car was still there!!! We try to casually get up and walk across the street while holding the bong on the other side of my body tryning to block it. Suddenly when were in the middle of the road the cars headlights turn on real quick and the car turns on and starts coming full speed at us. We all ran off the road towards our car and then heard the car slam on its brakes and start backing up towards us. IT TURNED OUT TO BE MY BROS FRIEND WHO SHOWED ME THAT SPOT! He ended up going tot he movies with us! After that whole experience, we named the bong Desert Storm because it felt like we were in war during all this!