This was the craziest thing that ever happened to me..Me and my mom, our friends from next door and our friends that lived two doors down were all sitting in my moms living room, we had all just passed around 4 joints and we were feeling pretty good, we were laughing, messing with each others mind and all the other good stuff ya wanna do when you're high when all of a sudden we hear a knock @ the door..my moms face turns white because ya know..whenever you hear anything outside and you're high this really bothers you a million times more than it normally would if you were sober. I got to my feet quickly and my mom said "who is it?" and the guy goes "WALKER COUNTY POLICE DEPARTMENT" we all froze, we didn't know what to do..our cloudy minds weren't allowing us to think about the situation and how suspicious it must be that we weren't opening the door. The next thing I know all 6 of us are in the back bedroom trying to get out the backdoor and I jumped in the bed with all my clothes on to attempt to pretend to be asleep so at least if everyone else was busted, I wouldn't be. I threw the bag of weed underneath the bed(wow! wayyy smart) the police officer continued knocking and through the next 5 minutes all of us asked "who is it" to the officer at the door while panicking at the fact that we couldn't get out the backdoor without a key that we couldn't seem to find. Soon I realized we had to face facts, I went and opened the door, trying to make a quick save as all the smoke goes billowing out the door into the night, the officer sniffs, steps inside and asks "what are you guys doing" "Nothing Officer, we didn't know who it was, we thought it was someone pretending to be the police" this would have probably been much more believable if there hadn't been a beaded blanket thing hanging from the door in the shape of a potleaf..however this officer didn't seem to notice, he had come for a disturbance and that was all he wanted..he didn't say anything about the smell..you know he obviously had to know what we were doing..but he left without saying anything about the weed and the fact that Marcy was crying her eyes out saying "I wanna go home..I wanna go home" hehe.. Well thats my story...of the night that the police came up to our apartment when we were all stoned.