So first of all i was chilling with my two friends matt and andy, we were chillin in my neighbor's driveway hitting the bong and drinking some captains 100 proof, i had permisson from my neighbor to chill in his driveway (since he only comes down on the weekends he dont care if i blaze there) So we a fucking moped roll up behind us, this guy hops off i open the door and say "Is there a problem" hes like i always see you guys here you guys are suspicious (i had a bong in between my legs and a bottle right near me) after he harasses us for a good 10 mins i get him to leave, and so do we So we go down to this town beach to chill, we parked my friends car and went in a path to blaze, then we see a cop pull up right infront of the path, so me and my friends dipped into the woods, and hid all our shit, and sat there for like 30 mins My friend got a restricted call on his phone, he didnt answer, then his mom calls him and tells him the cops want him to move his car out of the parking lot, so my friend went to move his car, and my and my other friend were just hiding from the cop and were gonna meet up with my buddy later so we come out of the hiding spot and i see the cop driveby then stop and back up, so we just ran through the cranberry bogs, and got away, was so sketchy, my buzz was killed about 4 times that night i went back successfully got my weed, bottle, and half a blunt with no problem
You were sitting in your neighbors driveway, but when the moped pulled up you opened the door? What door?
Haha, I had a similar situation once, I was around 13 and hanging out with 4 ooollldd friends that I don't even see much anymore and we were at a local park, smoking a J when the owner of the park district came out the back and was like "How old are you guys?!" and we all say our ages (I was 13, but lied and said I was 16 lol) -he's like "Wait there" - so me and this girl from the group booked it and ran all the way through this forest, then up to my house and my friend called me off his phone and told me to come back because the cops wanna talk to me, ha. I went back and talked to them and they let me off the hook after seeing I have a clean record (and still do!) - I just told them I was scared and never had real police confortation before in my life. I walked home with my friends (the other one that ran away with me just went home and I just said it was only me running) and smoked another J. All they really told me was shit like "You can't run from the police, it's illegal" and yada yada, told us to wave them down if we ever just want to talk to them (yeah.. right) and since we were young (all 13, one 14 year old) - he didn't really expect us to know anything or to be smoking marijuana. Good times.