This is from a very long time ago so I feel safe writing about it now. At the time, I was acting as The Man for the Angels in a nearby seaside resort. The arrangement had its advantages and disadvantages. For one, I was expected to attend the parties at the Angel's House and anyone who's been like an honorary member knows those events can be a bit rough on you. On the other hand they acted as my protection and 'screen'. After a few months I became too paranoid to continue being an international hash smuggler so I stopped. Meanwhile though... One Saturday I had been on the piss all evening and then at a friend's flat smoking green Moroccan I'd brought over from Delft. About 1AM I parked outside the Angel's house and heard a party going on. When I entered, everything was soaking wet, which baffled me. The walls, the furniture... I began, "Hey guys, I was just smoking this cool water pipe over at Leo's and--" "WHAT kind of pipe?" "A water-- ARGH!!!" which was when they threw three buckets of cold water on me. About an hour later when I was still damp came a knock on the door. The drug squad. Two Angels were in the back garden hurling stuff over the wall into next door's but I was more worried that I had 40 hits of blotter acid in the glove compartment of my car, outside. Right... in... front. One of the cops found a small piece of hash down the sofa. Sniffffffff... "This smells OK it'll do for later. Now who wants to cough for a couple of roaches?" They missed the car, just as well.
So ilegal to smoke, possess or grow here! Smoking a big joint whilst driving, turned a corner doing 35 in a 30 zone and spotted a cop with a speed gun! My first that was I'm caught speeding, can't throw the J he will see that go out window! So I put it under my seat! Had a quick spray of deodorant. Pulled over when flagged down and wond down the window! We're doing a drink driving campaign and if you can blow below the limit you can go and won't get a speeding ticket! If you blow over the limit you get arrested for that and speeding! No problem at all mate! Your confident! Yep t total don't drink! IV heard that before, just blow in hear untill I say stop! Green, 00.00 Cop explained he had never seen a complete zero before! 10 years of spot checks like that! Had a good chat. Let me go! Went down road pulled over and found that J
Late 90s norcal. Smoking and cruising around sacramento and the sherrif got us! Only one came up to passenger side. Shined his light at the ashtray. Looks back calls his partner up. He says to partner. Bring a can of raid we got a bunch of roaches. His partner walks up looks and they both laugh walk away say have a good night quit drinking that cheap e&j we also had brandy and coke in am/pm 44oz cups. Young and dumb!
You couldn’t go back for the weed ? Damn that’s a sad story ..: gotta be ways to hide it or something. Like hidden compartments, smellproof . I nearly got chased by a police helicopter once I was speeding but the gestapo police officer broke the law going 120 to catch me . But police are above the laws we are forced to live under , I say we are living in hitlers empire worldwide people just too dumb to notice . Lawyer beat the dui but I still got physical control damn hard to find a job still jobless … Sobriety tests are a scam too anyone can fail them sober .
my homies stepdad had had his license revoked since like 98' and only after his death in 2011 did I realize how lucky we were to never get pulled over while he drove us around, whether it was picking up bags or anything else he picked me up from work one night and we get a call from his stepdaughter saying her power and water got shut off and if she can stay at the house, she also tells us her baby daddy's P.O. and a cop are there asking where he's at you got like a 21 yr old girl in an apartment with no electricity or water and a 6month old kid.. and the cops are worried about where jailbirds at; to serve and protect huh so we pull up and he suddenly realizes "Shit. If they ask for ID this cars getting towed and they'll arrest me." we walk up and they both ask who we are and why were there and well tell them we're here to pick her and the kid up since her apt is basically unlivable at the moment they left without incident but one of the funny things was the P.O. was one of those dudes with short man syndrome lmao, he was like 5ft nothing and looked like he weighed maybe a hundred pounds even with all his "gear" on, looking like he was about to go on a raid or some shit lol
Back in 2014 my parents found my two plants I was growing in the closet in my bedroom.. My dad was a cop then so he tells me I can either pack my shit or the sheriff's office will do it for me and I will be charged..with his blessings. ( I know right) So I end up getting kicked out for 2 months.. It really sucked...but I made sure to bring my oz with me..haha
So i decided to log in 7 years later, ill tell a recent story with the police. So I'm from the UK and live in London, alot of smokers sometimes smoke in their cars if you can find a spot which isn't hot. So anyways there is this new build of flats and apartments near me and I found it it had a car park with no cameras and lights which turn off themselves if no movement is detected. This is now the spot for the next 2 months and I would go there alone to smoke and watch shit in my car and sometimes my non smoker friend would just come thru in his car and we'd chill in mine watch shit while i smoke as i have a android head unit. Now it gets sticky, I decide to go there one night as normal since I've been many times and feel like it's safe. So I'm sitting in my car I just finished a spliff and I was rolling 2 for when I get home (parents didn't know i smoked so I wasn't trying to stink up my house by rolling there). Next thing I see is lights pull into the car park, from where I was parked there was a bush on the right side so I couldn't see clearly plus the lights were bright af as you can imagine. I get paranoid naturally and get ready to hide my shit, next thing you know a police van rolls up and blocks me in so I can't escape (I wouldn't anyway). They hop out on some gang shit because that's how police move here in groups and do their checks on me. They can smell weed in the car which gives them enough reason to call the swab testing unit, tested me while they found my 3.5 of dank in the car and it came back positive. At this point I'm just thinking 'you know what it is what it is'. They cuff me and put me in the van and take me to the station, you know when you're looking out the window regretting over and over lol that's what I did the whole way there. Get to station take my details and shit then put me in a cell, luckily they came 15 mins later and had to take blood sample as that's how it works here in the UK if you swab positive on the roadside. So now it gets interesting, naturally my veins don't really pop and because it was late and cold my veins were nowhere to be seen , the nurse was trying her best to pierce the vein but she said it keeps on collapsing, in my head I'm thinking 'yesss' but trying to act normal as the 3 officers were there watching. They failed 2 attempts on both arm to get my blood so cant take the blood and I thought it was over. Suddenly the Sargent comes saying piss test him, now I'm like 'ffs'. 30 seconds later the Sargent comes back saying we don't do piss test at this station and they decided NFA (no further action) on the drug driving charge which was a blessing. Got a caution for the weed and left the station at like 3am, called a cab outside on uber literally as my phone died and luckily the cab man was just down the road. Went back to my car and drove it home. Don't really smoke out in the car now all the spots around me are hot.
Well... I've taken marijuanna with a boy I fell in love. It was really good. We laughed and watched funny videos. And then he just dumped me. Nnnnnice.
Shit, why not. So, what was it? 2005, I think, ish...Somewhere around there anyway. Anyhow, I was sleepin' in my bed, a mattress on the floor, when dude that was stayin' with me came rushin' in all, "man! There's a ton of cops at the door and they're threatening to kick in the door!" Well, shit, I thought to myself...I don't want to have to buy another door. So, I went and opened it and a grip of police just come rushing through guns drawn, pushed my ass on the cold fuckin' floor...Mind you, we're middle of winter, and I only had some JNCO's on. After that they rushed the back room and pulled dude out, he was wanted on some felony shit, so they had him all cuffed up like the rest of us, there was about six other people at my spot that day for various reasons. I took the fall for all the weed so I could clear my people that were there that day, he went down for his warrant and some other shit found in his bag...And I think that is about as much of that story as I can legally share.
What a stupid thing to say, the police do not pay attention to serious crimes, but they do pay attention to ordinary people.
1990. In my early 20s. The Canadian Border was about 2 hours away from where my girlfriend and I lived. We were bored one summer day and we decided even though we were both pretty much flat broke we had enough gas money, a couple of packs of smokes and about $40 in cash between us... I was smart enough not to bring any of our weed that day. A one day tolerance break on a one day road trip. No big deal. Usually I had the habit of rolling Js and keeping them in an old metal Sucrets box (remember those?). I knew there was nothing in the metal box for our day trip so I just left it in my glovebox. We got to the border and border guards told us to pull over to the side and come into the building with them. We sat down with border patrol guy sitting behind an office desk. He asked us a few questions like, how much money we had on us ( the $40) and whether or not we had any credit cards (no). "Any credit cards? Me: "No." "Visa, Mastercard, American Express?" Me: "No." The desk cop told us he was forbidding us to enter Canada because we didn't have enough money to be in the country and that we'd have to turn right back around and go back into the U.S. He escorted us to my car where two officers were standing and waiting. Rather than let us go, they told us to drive over into a covered parking area, park the car and stand in a designated spot maybe 20 feet away and watch them proceed to search the entire vehicle from top to bottom. I whispered to my girlfriend asking if she'd brought weed. She said no. I told her I hadn't either so neither of us were worried. Then...one of the officers asks me: "Sir, what is in this metal box?" My heart jumped a bit, but I figured since it was empty...no big deal. I tell him there was nothing in there. He says there are a few flecks (literally) of something and they were taking the metal box inside for testing and told us to wait on the bench. He came back in about 15 minutes and asked me again what was in the metal box. After I said "Nothing.", he asked if there was marijuana in the metal box. I said there might have been a long time ago but nothing was in there now. He shoved some test tube vial toward us and said: "Because that's what we found!" I remember the clear liquid was purplish. They told us to follow them inside the building. One officer led the way. My girlfriend and I walked in single file behind him and then the other officer, a female, walked behind us. The female officer took my girlfriend in another room and I was in an interrogation room with the male officer. I assumed we were going to be arrested. All for literally a few tiny flecks of old weed, a trace amount, in an empty metal box. Another male officer came into the room. The first one proceeded to tell me they were going to strip search me hat one of two things were going to happen. Either: 1) They'd find weed on me and if so, I'd be arrested on the spot. Or...2) If I did NOT have any weed on me, I'd be released and sent back to the U.S. I remember faintly hearing the muffled sound of my girlfriend's metal belt buckle hit the floor in the other room. I knew she must've already started her strip search. Either way, at that point I was jubilant because I knew I was going free. One article of clothing at a time, I stripped in front of the two officers. I had to hand each piece of clothing to the officer as he manually checked them. I was about to hand him my underwear, the last article of clothing I took off when he motioned to the desk behind me and said: "Just...put those on the desk." Then he used the end of a pencil to look all over the inside and outside of my underwear. After which he said..."Alright, you're free to go." We drove back around to the U.S. border. The patrol officer there asked why Canada sent us back. I told him they said we didn't have enough money to stay there for the day. He waved us on back through. We drove a few miles south from the border and pulled over on a scenic overlook. Neither of us had said a work to each other at that point. We each lit a cig and smoked them down. After smoking our cigs I think I was the first to say something as simple as: "Wow....that was fuuuuuuccckked up!" Then we started telling each other our experience in the interrogation room. Gotta pay to play in Canada I guess.
Do stupid things, win stupid prizes. Been there done that. U knew the box was there BEFORE the ordeal? At least they didn't jelly finger you. Live and learn.
Figured the box was empty and had been for awhile. They basically white gloved the inside of the box and ended up with a few specks of green literally the size of a few specks of ground pepper. Oh the games we humans play...
& who could have seen that coming?, International border and all? I went with 3 15 y/o girls once, try that today.