One evening in high school, I was once driving around town (Grand Junction, Colorado, if anyone cares) getting high with a friend who dealt weed and my friend's wholesaler.
Suddenly, police lights flare up, and we pull over. Knowing that making a lot of motion in the back of a car when being pulled over is A Very Bad Thing(tm), I calmly set the bong down beside me in about as discreet a location as I can.
The cop comes up, shines his flashlight (or "torch" for those of you still speaking 16th century :p) on me, on the bong, on the stash on the floor, and my friend in the passenger seat, in that order. Then he looks at the driver.
"Oh, hi, Driver's Name Changed to Protect the Guilty. You didn't signal. Have a good night." And then the cop walks back to his car and drives off.
We were pulled over by THE ONE COP IN GRAND JUNCTION that my friend's wholesaler dealt to. That was my "see #2 above" drug story.
i don't know if you remember that i was strip-searched (no cavity) in customs when i visited because of my ratty leather jacket. "what would they think if somebody tried to smuggle cocaine into Los Angeles" he said. that was humorous to me, and i felt like saying something smartass along the lines of "depends on who you're paying for permission, i guess".
so anyhoo it is good to hear from you :) yes i think about you from time to time and new zealand as well, so i'll look you up if i go and give you a ring.
Ha, i have a hookah somewhere.. And as for swayin around in your apartment, that doesnt sound fun with or without buds. You should come to christchurch, then you only have to worry about the horrible cold. :P
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Suddenly, police lights flare up, and we pull over. Knowing that making a lot of motion in the back of a car when being pulled over is A Very Bad Thing(tm), I calmly set the bong down beside me in about as discreet a location as I can.
The cop comes up, shines his flashlight (or "torch" for those of you still speaking 16th century :p) on me, on the bong, on the stash on the floor, and my friend in the passenger seat, in that order. Then he looks at the driver.
"Oh, hi, Driver's Name Changed to Protect the Guilty. You didn't signal. Have a good night." And then the cop walks back to his car and drives off.
We were pulled over by THE ONE COP IN GRAND JUNCTION that my friend's wholesaler dealt to. That was my "see #2 above" drug story.
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kidding.
i don't know if you remember that i was strip-searched (no cavity) in customs when i visited because of my ratty leather jacket. "what would they think if somebody tried to smuggle cocaine into Los Angeles" he said. that was humorous to me, and i felt like saying something smartass along the lines of "depends on who you're paying for permission, i guess".
so anyhoo it is good to hear from you :) yes i think about you from time to time and new zealand as well, so i'll look you up if i go and give you a ring.
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