so the story starts as me and two friends D and R, pick up a quarter, give a gram to one kid who threw down and left. I had lost my keys earlier that night but knew where they were, so we go down to the beach to pick them up. We smoke a nice bowl out of our bong on the way there and are sufficiently lit. As we are parked in the lot, i was about to get out and a cop on a motorcylce pulls up to our car and asks us what we are doing. Since we have a perfectly legitamte exucse this is no problem. Its the fact that we are high and have our bong just hiding bheind my friends leg up front. so my friend tells the cop that i need to find my keys and he speeds away. man it was the scariest shit of my life, my heart was pounding a million miles an hour. After he left i ran to get my keys and ran back into the car. damn close call