So me and my friend went to our normal hotboxing spot to smoke weed. It's kind of out in the country a bit, because then it's more safe, since we haven't ever seen one cop go over there. So anyhow, we went there and smoked, and a cop drives by and briefly stops, suspicious of us. Well, he just drove away. Then went back to my friend's house. We were really high, so we just ended up sitting at his house listening to Gorillaz, or whatever (cool music when you're high as hell). Anyhow, we started coming down, so we went back to the hotboxing position. After we smoked another bowl of Strawberry Cough, we rolled down our windows to air it out. Well, the cop that saw us the last time pulled by again! He must have recognized us because we were there before. Except, I'm sure he thought we were there for like four hours. He pulls in, and we were high as shit, trying to hide the pipe and weed (damn, it is some good weed. Strawberry Cough is now one of my favorite strains, other than blueberry). He comes up shining his light at us. Now, my car only had a few minutes to air out... so we were afraid he'd smell it. I turn the car on, acting like we weren't doing anything in particular. Well, he walks up and says: "Let me put it to you this way. Are you both over 17?" We said yes, because we are (I'm 19, he's 18). Then he asked, "Have you had any alcohol?" We said no, because we didn't. But we were incredibly high, so I was afraid that since he was shining the light at me that he would see my eyes (they always get extremely red). Well, he walked away and said "Ok, have a good night," and was laughing while he was walking away. He sat there in his car, waiting for us to pull out, so he could see whether or not we were drinking. Well, I don't drive high too often, so I was a bit nervous. I did okay though, and man, that was such a buzz kill and adrenaline rush. He followed us for a little while, and we kind of tricked him by turning onto the next road while another car was coming, so that he could not turn and follow us right away. Anyhow, that was a crazy thing that happened. My friend thinks that since he thought we were there for many hours, that the cop thought we were gay, and butt fucking, or something. Apparently that's why he asked if we were over 17. Lol. Now we need to find another place. That cop must have been very bored, though... just cruising in more rural parts of the city, to find random people. Funny thing is, he lives near by my friend... and when we parked at my friend's house, we saw him driving back down to his house. I was a bit afraid that he was going to talk to us again.
Oh well, that was quite an experience! I don't think I'll ever have such an adrenaline rush again. Wow-wow-weee-wow!
