bombtrack
01-01-2006, 08:25 AM
so my new years could have been completely fucking wrecked. i'm high and if you wanna read, (its a lot) heres the story...
me and 4 other friends are crammed into my car rollin around town like usual smoking bowls. we're driving thru a low key neighborhood, and a truck has been following us for awhile. i didn't think much of it, until we turned a corner and we all realized it was a pig in our towns cop pickup.
we immediately stash everything laying around: space case, bags, burning bowl, lighters, and a bottle of rum. as soon as we're done sorting our shit out, the cherries come on. most of us throw on the belts and two of my buddies light up cigarettes to cover the smell.
the cop strolls up to my window and immediately accuses me of needing help because he 'just can't figure out where i'm going, and thinks i'm lost' or something. it was the biggest bullshit reason to pull a person over ever!! he thinks that just because we were driving aimlessly we needed to be pulled over.
he takes my license and reg back to the car and we're doing alright. we figure he can't smell anything cuz of the cigs and we start to chillax a tad. then we see the sherriff roll up with his poochie in the back seat. now we start to get a lil more nervous. a second town pig rolls up and then comes and asks me to get out. i comply and step out and set up to him. he immediately says to me 'wow, i can smell you already. you smell like marijuana son. have you been smoking anything tonight?' 'no officer, i haven't'
we go back and forth for a few minutes. 'you have anything on you?' 'no, sir' 'have you been drinking?' 'no, sir.' blah blah etc. then he starts to frisk me and feels my pants down. he feels my lighter and asks me to take it out of my pocket. i pull it out and show it to him, he asks my age, i tell him i'm 18. i put it back in my pocket as he feels up my coat. he feels my cell phone and cooly says 'why dont you take your dugout out of your pocket?' i pull out my phone and say 'its my phone, sir.' then he asks if i have any inside pockets on my coat. now i get worried cuz thats where my quarter of bud is chillin. at this point i asks him if its legal for him to be frisking/searching me like this. he says that he can according to blah blah whatever, but he stops searching me at least (whew!).
then he says he is going to put the cuffs on me to detain me while he runs the k-9 unit around my car. i let him cuff me and while he is doing this he says, 'who are your friends in the car?' 'my friends.' 'i want names.' i stay silent until he is done cuffing me. he spins me around and asks again. me: 'you can check their id's if you want their names.' he takes me over to the cop pickup and puts me in there. asks me if he can search my car, and i tell him no. i mention to the officer in the pickup that my parents have told me not to let you officers search my car.
so the sheriff takes the poochie and starts wandering around my car, makes a complete circle with nothing. makes another complete circle without making a yelp. the officers, frustrated meet behind the police pickup and then the other townie officer comes up and i ask him if i'm being let out. he says yeah and i step out. he takes off my cuffs and then proceeds to verbally bitch-slap me for doing so and so, blah blah cop talk blah blah. the original officer hands me a written warning for my 2 underage friends not wearing seat belts.
i tell them thank you & good night and proceed to walk to my car and speed da fuck out of there with my friends just blowing up with excitement.
one of the greatest feelings, getting away from the fucking k-9 unit and 3 pigs. wow. mark one up for the stoners!!!
me and 4 other friends are crammed into my car rollin around town like usual smoking bowls. we're driving thru a low key neighborhood, and a truck has been following us for awhile. i didn't think much of it, until we turned a corner and we all realized it was a pig in our towns cop pickup.
we immediately stash everything laying around: space case, bags, burning bowl, lighters, and a bottle of rum. as soon as we're done sorting our shit out, the cherries come on. most of us throw on the belts and two of my buddies light up cigarettes to cover the smell.
the cop strolls up to my window and immediately accuses me of needing help because he 'just can't figure out where i'm going, and thinks i'm lost' or something. it was the biggest bullshit reason to pull a person over ever!! he thinks that just because we were driving aimlessly we needed to be pulled over.
he takes my license and reg back to the car and we're doing alright. we figure he can't smell anything cuz of the cigs and we start to chillax a tad. then we see the sherriff roll up with his poochie in the back seat. now we start to get a lil more nervous. a second town pig rolls up and then comes and asks me to get out. i comply and step out and set up to him. he immediately says to me 'wow, i can smell you already. you smell like marijuana son. have you been smoking anything tonight?' 'no officer, i haven't'
we go back and forth for a few minutes. 'you have anything on you?' 'no, sir' 'have you been drinking?' 'no, sir.' blah blah etc. then he starts to frisk me and feels my pants down. he feels my lighter and asks me to take it out of my pocket. i pull it out and show it to him, he asks my age, i tell him i'm 18. i put it back in my pocket as he feels up my coat. he feels my cell phone and cooly says 'why dont you take your dugout out of your pocket?' i pull out my phone and say 'its my phone, sir.' then he asks if i have any inside pockets on my coat. now i get worried cuz thats where my quarter of bud is chillin. at this point i asks him if its legal for him to be frisking/searching me like this. he says that he can according to blah blah whatever, but he stops searching me at least (whew!).
then he says he is going to put the cuffs on me to detain me while he runs the k-9 unit around my car. i let him cuff me and while he is doing this he says, 'who are your friends in the car?' 'my friends.' 'i want names.' i stay silent until he is done cuffing me. he spins me around and asks again. me: 'you can check their id's if you want their names.' he takes me over to the cop pickup and puts me in there. asks me if he can search my car, and i tell him no. i mention to the officer in the pickup that my parents have told me not to let you officers search my car.
so the sheriff takes the poochie and starts wandering around my car, makes a complete circle with nothing. makes another complete circle without making a yelp. the officers, frustrated meet behind the police pickup and then the other townie officer comes up and i ask him if i'm being let out. he says yeah and i step out. he takes off my cuffs and then proceeds to verbally bitch-slap me for doing so and so, blah blah cop talk blah blah. the original officer hands me a written warning for my 2 underage friends not wearing seat belts.
i tell them thank you & good night and proceed to walk to my car and speed da fuck out of there with my friends just blowing up with excitement.
one of the greatest feelings, getting away from the fucking k-9 unit and 3 pigs. wow. mark one up for the stoners!!!