We were toking by the riversid ein our usual spot on a lovely 4th of July afternoon and this reneck couplke comes down the wood sto the riverbank so weed instantly hide our stash. When they arrive on the riverside, we start saying, oh we forgot our rods n reels and shit like that. we also hide our beers under rocks at the river. so as we finnaly make our way up to our car high as kite, the redneck guy comes up to ME and asks for a J. I said whats a j? doing my BEST retard face, i continue to play dumb. he says finanlly, "my wife smelled reefer and i wnated some. so u cant spare one?" we say we dont know what hes talking about and he says well i better just call the sherriff and see what HE thinks. about that time, them duke boys halled ass out of there, but as we're leaving onto the main road we pass a police car that didn't stop, so i guess he didn't phone us in. I'll post my story about getting chased bya dealer at 4am in midtown Atlanta next to the City Hall East Police Department, with two joints in my pocket.