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Way back when, me and a friend were driving through rural Wisconsin, coming back from a Grateful Dead concert. We were smoking a fat joint, totally hotboxing the car. We were in the left lane, going faster than everyone else when I look in the mirror and see this guy right on my ass. I look up a 2nd time and see its a cop with the lights on. We open the windows and smoke goes pouring out of the car like something out of a Cheech and Chong movie. We both panic because we know there's no way the cop isn't going to know we are completey baked. I pull into the left lane to pull over and the cop went flying by, on his way somewhere else. We just sat there on the side of the road and didn't move for like 15 minutes beacsue we were so freaked out.

On the New Year's Eve before 2004, my friend and I were at my parents house. We wanted to toke, but it was too risky because my parents had a bunch of people over. So we got in my car and drove around the neighborhood looking for a good place to just chill and toke up a bit while listening to some cds.

Some construction was being done at the school near my house and some big trailers were sitting around, so I pulled up behind the one which would give us the best cover, and we sparked up. We smoked a good ten or so bowls out of a medium-sized glass chillum, then all of a sudden we see a couple flashlights streaming through the tinted windows.

At this point, I should let you know that I had cunningly removed the screws to a panel on the inside of my car door, leaving only plastic snaps to hold it in place. I quickly popped open the panel, tossed the bag and piece inside, and snapped it back in place. Also, I had two tiny little roaches which had been sitting in my ashtray since a few months before. I had forgotten all about these, so they incriminatingly sat in plain view as I rolled down my window to meet the forceful knocks it recieved from the butt of a flashlight.

So anyway, I roll the window down and smoke billows from my car. I see the badges and realize that my friend and I are going to be taken to jail for the night by two officers of the peace. Seeing each of us with our long hair, me in an Iron Maiden tshirt and my friend in a Black Sabbath tshirt, one of them laughs, exclaiming:

"My God it's like a damn Cheech and Chong movie! Alright boys, out of the vehicle, please."

We step out of the car as smoke continues to pour out into the open air. We are handcuffed and searched, the cops finding nothing on our persons other than some change and our wallets. They help us into a sitting position on the ground (it's very difficult to sit down without falling when you can't use your arms to couter-balance yourself), and go about searching my car.

Within a couple seconds, one pulls out the little roaches and says:

"This what you boys been smokin'?"

"Yes, officer."

The other one walks around toward us, asking:

"Are we going to find anything else as we continue to search your car?"

My friend and I remain silent. They continue to rummage through the car, one searching the front and one the back. By now a few people had stepped out of their houses to see what was going on. The cops search and search, but come up with nothing more than those two roaches. They came around to us, and we could tell they seemed a little surprised (if not irritated) to find us clean except for the two roaches. They each look us over, and one begins to speak:

"Alright guys, I could take you in, but with just these two roaches it would be too much paperwork for what it's worth."

My heart was going a mile a minute, and I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing (I do live in the middle of Texas, afterall). I kept nodding, trying to be a courteous as possible.

"If you had any more on you, even one joint, it'd be a different story and you'd come downtown with us for the night."

With that, they undid the handcuffs and helped us to our feet. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just blurted out:

"Thanks, officer."

As they were getting back in the patrol car, one of them replied:

"You boys got lucky this time. Whatever you want to smoke, smoke it at home."



Conclusion: That's some pretty good advice, especially for a couple naive highschoolers.