When Ninjas Attack!

Ok the point of this story can be made in like one sentence but I'll try to drag it out.

So last week I run into a friend of mine at the park,we decide to go uptown (harlem) to chill.

So now we are uptown and we decide to go smoke a blunt. Nearby is a small park so we enter the park and start looking for a spot. Over in the corner there is two sets of benches, 1 person at each one. So we head towards the benches, my friend asks the white kid sitting at one if he minds we smoke a blunt, no objections. We walk over to the other set of benches where this chick is sitting we ask her the same. She's like damn thought ya were trying to roll up on me (thought we were dt) as she pull her blunt back out and continues to crack it.

Ok better place to sit than any, with another toker to chill with. I take out the blunt and hand it across to my friend and i break the herbs down while he gets a wrap ready, we roll it and blaze it.

So we sitting there for a good 30 minutes chatting with this girl, smoking out blunts, having a good time. Some time while we were smoking a blunt a rather large group, about 4 or so guys come up to the other bench where the white dude was. The one hispanic dude was kind of sketching me out, especially since I was pretty blazed, but every time I glanced over their direction he would look at us. So I'm not really sure what they were up to, could have been jackers, dealers, or just doing the same thing we were.

So the 3 of us over at our benches just chillen, chatting up about religion and society, ya know the usual stuff two rasta get into when they blaze lol..

Then suddenly my friend says "shit, roll up"
I glance over my shoulder and damn, fucking ninjas! God damn police just materialized out of thin air. Swear to god son, there they were, in the middle of a wide open space coming right towards the area of the two sets of benches like they had jumped out of trees and helicopters, and jumped out of the ground, all in plain clothes! The girl we with pulls the slickness and pops her blunt in her mouth, and our already went out, but we had packages on all of us... heart drops..

They go to the table with the larger group and start cuffing them up. At this point our conversation had completely come to an end, with a group of police a few feet away arresting everyone, and we thinking, they moving over to us next shit...

Cell rings
"yeh hello, yeh gonna head home now I'll be home in time for the kid to be home form school, bye"

Yeah man lets bounce gotta go get my kids. So the three of us gather up our stuff and get the fuck out that park haha, not a word said to us at all, but stressful none the less.

It's always an adventure to smoke in NYC. I frankly don't know how you guys deal with the paranoia.

Ninja training grasshopper, ninja training. Ya think the cops are the only ones with the ninja skills? lol

but on the occasion ya get sloppy these dudes rope down off buildings and jump out of manholes. Once had a Taxi drive up on the curb in front of me and a undercover jump out and throw me against the wall, at first I was thinking wtf crazy taxi? Then saw the badge swinging from his neck

man those cops are creative. Damn those ninjas!

Yeah they like that Taxi trick. I was told that the numbers on the police Taxis don't match up (license plate number is supposed to match the number on the dome on top of the taxi) so you could tell them that way, but if they close enough to read the numbers ur already hit ;)

I saw the word Ninja and had to read this thread.

Your ninja skill got you out of that situation, congratuations, you passed training. :)