The Cannabis Chronicles

So I opened this thread just to share stories basically. It could be anything, cop stories, funny happenings, whatever you want



I guess I'll start off with one.


One time at this park that I live nearby, I planned to meet my friend at about 3 in the am, just for fun to toke up. It's a nice place too. Anyways, I get to the park at 2 30 and i call him. he said he would be there in a half hour he's at a party. so i pack a bowl and toke away for five minutes. i see two cars coming and think nothing of it cause i was just plain baked.

they pull up an they're cops. so i stay calm surprisingly, and they walk up with flashlights and all. how old are you, blah blah blah.

So i have my pipe and weed in my left pocket, some papers in my back pocket, and lighter and phone in right pocket. after taking my name and flashing their lights in my eyes and realisnig that im stoned, they pat me down. the whole time i just keep repeating "i dont mean any harm, ill go home right now man."

so then after patting me down for weapons i guess, he asks me to empty out my shit on the table. (There's 2 cops and 2 cars btw). while the other dude is opening trash cans and asking where the "reefer's at", i empy shit out. i start with my phone, and lighter, he asks why i have it and i said i smoke cigarettes. then hes like, i know you have shit in your other pocket, why dont you take it out. so i do, and itook out my pipe. he opens it up and says that he could take me in cause there's weed in it. so i make up a story: i just got back from a aprty two hours ago where i smoked, and some guy handed me it and i put it in my pocket.

so he's like ok put everything back in your pockets. i put the lighter back and everything else where the weed was. i basically left the weed in my pocket and never took it out.

outcome: they let me just walk back home.

Cool story, close call.

Mine happened when i was in highschool. My homeboi who was from cali, had just gotten back from a visit there. He had told me that when he came back he would have some chronic. I was like shit bring me a sack. So he shows up and we get out blaze on in the morning, we are smoking and this dude comes and ask for a hit, bummy ass shysty type, we says hell no. words are echanged and my homie gives me his herb to hold while he fights. No fight, but i still have his herb and my herb.

Later that day we go to smoke a stogie and when I got to hand him one, one of the cops walks around the corner and grabs it and says get up against the wall. So we get up on the wall (theres six of us) the cops starts speaking bs and starts patting my homie down. Did not find nothing and tells him to leave. I am nervous cuz I got herb, but when he leaves he bumps me like he was pissed, I already knew what he did, but I was suprised that he remembered I had the herb. Cop searches me and finds cigs. Takes me to office, and i get an M.I.P.

I call that stoner ESP.

nice. i have some high school stories too (still in it.) most of them are cool, one of them ends up in getting caught but when we got to the AP he liked us and just told us toget back to class whne we couldve been fucked in juvie