Originally Posted by souldistortion
This is a long ass story, read it only if you're seriously interested in close-call type stories, this scared the shit out of me haha.
To put this into perspective, before this grad night, i was already on academic probation (in addition to a couple other types of probation) Cutting classes, Attitude problems and just being a stoner in general. So I was being kept under close watch and anything i did was 10 times worse (I got suspended for 5 days for ditching 1 class while on probation)
OK so anyways I'm on probation but hey ITS GRAD NIGHT AND IM ABOUT TO GRADUATE. CLASS OF 06!! YEAHH! Well it all starts around 10:00 pm me and a few of my buddies meet up at this smoke spot and have a little smoke sesh with like 5 people. I saw a few people smoke that i didn't even know smoked! I was blazed that's all i knew, we drive to our school where they are loading the buses. I sit by a bud of mine, john, who is also stoned. We played games on my phone the whole way.
Apparently all the guys who had brought their bud up to the little smoke sesh earlier left it in their car before even getting on the bus. This grad night was taking place at disneyland and i planned to smoke in the park. I had to bring my shit. we were going to be there till 6 am. My pipe, about at 1/8th, lighters, and some other paraphernalia were all in a plastic bag and ALL in my pocket. I was chilling, no doubt about that. We cruise on up to the entrance of disney land at 11 at night stoned out of our minds when i start telling my buddies all about how much MORE i'm going to smoke. when i saw the surprised looks on their faces i knew something was wrong. "smoke IN THE PARK? are you fucking serious? ahhaha" a few of my buddies were laughing at me saying they were doing pat downs. Pat downs??? at disneyland??
If I get caught with weed think of it this way, I am BARLEY about to graduate, i am on probation from my school. I have people flying in from all over the united states to watch me graduate. My mom has been saying for years how important the day i graduate would be (my school held grad night before graduation for whatever reason) And here i was, illegally smuggling drugs into a child's wonderland. I thought back to all the times i had been to Disney land and never remembered there ever being any searches or anything except on bags.
As we reach the entrance I see big long lines and as my eyes dart to the front of these lines and come upon flashlights pointing all over the place. At the head of every line was a narc shining flashlights in the eyes of each person going through into Disneyland. not only that THEY WERE PATTING EVERYONE DOWN. Meanwhile i look down to see this huge bulge of shit in my pocket. The guy wouldn't even have to touch me, there was visibly shit in my pocket.
At this point my friends were laughing their asses off telling me to ditch the weed. But with teachers walking along side us and being near the entrance of Disneyland where the fuck was i going to ditch it? I was panicking at this point. I was stoned out of my mind (you know how much scarier everything is when your stoned) And i had about 3g in addition to drug paraphernalia on me. Being on probation, I would get expelled FOR SURE. Not only not graduating but i would be in some SERIOUS SHIT. Think about that "Yeah mom, i tried to sneak some weed into disneyland, they caught me so I'm in trouble with the law, i got expelled and i'm not graduating, tell aunt Jamie to cancel her plane tickets, sorry." Oh fuck no.
I had to do something and fucking quick. I almost instinctively crotch ed the weed. I was too stoned to realize that i was wearing baggy pants like every other fucker there and the bag with all my shit in it slid right down to the bottom of my pants with nothing to support it. it was just hanging there. I reached down to "tie my shoe" and grabbed the bag shoving it back down into my boxers... only to have it slide back down to the bottom. This was all happening as i was getting closer to the front of the line. Right as the bag was sliding to the bottom, i could feel it slowly like slipping down, The narc calls ME NEXT. I kinda froze for about 5 secs till he called me again and i just walked forward kinda slow, (any faster my pants would have slipped open and it would have just fallen out). Narc shines the light in my eyes and pauses but moves on. Then, as he proceeds to pat me down i start freaking out. Not that its visible but i'm scared shit less right now. My arms and legs kinda felt weak and i almost fell over. His hands starting going down my legs, on the inside and on the outside. then he brings his hands down to where the package is in my right pant leg and freezes right there. He was holding his hand right over the package so i was screwed. "FUCK, HE FOUND IT" i thought. Just as i'm about to confess he says "alright go on" and taps me on the back with his flashlight. My friends were watching me the whole time and were like HOLY SHIT DO YOU HAVE IT? i was like "YUP!" I ended up smoking 2 different times in the park bathroom with some short black guy that i met there and chilled with. They had the whole park set up with neon flashing lights and like black lights. the whole park was like pimped out and since i was stoned it was trippy as hell. especially space mountain. best night of my life haha.
