Long story short, i managed to lose my cheap 5$ spoon, my favorite bic and about 1/8 of purp kush. Here's the low down, i was cruising around Long Beach and then i hit the pike. about 10 minutes to 11 this sketchy looking guy walks over to me and asks if i slang, of course i say no but he says he can smell the "dankness" on me so then i get paranoid thinking i must reek. I start skating away to the transit mall and then he comes back and now he says he called the cops and i am thinking (and pretty much shitting myself) why he would do that. i dip out and go to the parking garage and saw a cruiser and an ummarked slowly creeping up the little road so i ditch everything and try to pass it off as texting when they rolled up. my heart was pounding and the officer gets out, calls me over and says i fit the description of a "minor" attempting to sell marijuana, not true! im 18 and i was just enjoying my high at the pike. so now he searches me, asks why i am there, and finds nothing incriminating so runs my name and leaves, all in all i lost my high, my cheapie spoon, my favorite bic (but i just got my new zippo!) and about 1/8 of my perps. I hate Long Beach PD. and un-cool pike fags.
if you have a pipe you need something other then a zippo because you can taste the fluid. that sucks though.
Why didn't you stash your stuff when he said he called the cops were coming? Why'd you even stay in that area?