Canadabis
Well-Known Member
ok, so im at the local highschool with my friend brian, we're bored as hell so we decide to take a bike ride. I bring my bong and my mexican gold shit, and my buster. WE take a bike ride to the school and start to rip. WE're really high when we start hearing nearby fireworks, we assume its nothing and carry on. It starts to get dark out and we star gaze when a car rolls up in the parking lot. Brian says "Shit dude its a car, go go!" so i hop on my bike and start to ride away, as i ride away i take a second look back and see two little lights on the top of the car. instantly, heart rate increases, sweating, shaking, and instantly sober, i throw my bag (with stuff in it) into the darkness and start walking towards the car. two cops get out, "You boys have fireworks? we have reports of fireworks." "No sir," i say scared out of my skull. "I smell marijuana," he says to me, staring me in the eyes.
I'm fucked, i know it, be honest and get as many fucking brownie points as possible, i pull my grinder out of my pocket and put in on the ground, he glares at me and says "What is that?", i say "its a grinder" he makesme take eerything out of my bag, my bong everything. they then start writing stuff up on me, im dieing. They check my records, first ever offence, for anything.a half ounce of weed, they cuffed me and drove me to the station, my step-mom picked me up. I probably have to do community labour, i am SO unlucky yet lucky that i live in BC (where weed isn't that bad) and i got two cool cops. I feel so stressed right now, i think i might quit weed for a while.
I'm fucked, i know it, be honest and get as many fucking brownie points as possible, i pull my grinder out of my pocket and put in on the ground, he glares at me and says "What is that?", i say "its a grinder" he makesme take eerything out of my bag, my bong everything. they then start writing stuff up on me, im dieing. They check my records, first ever offence, for anything.a half ounce of weed, they cuffed me and drove me to the station, my step-mom picked me up. I probably have to do community labour, i am SO unlucky yet lucky that i live in BC (where weed isn't that bad) and i got two cool cops. I feel so stressed right now, i think i might quit weed for a while.