Well, there's this one time...

... the first day I ever laid eyes on weed in real life, the first day I ever smoked, my friend rolled a joint and we went into a marked do-not-enter wooded area and smoked anyway. Stupid, I know.. but up until that point I had no idea what weed was, really, so I had absolutely no street smarts. A cop turned down the suburban cul-de-sac we parked in right as we turned around and left. The only reason we don't think he turned around and pulled us over was because there was a suped-up Honda Civic parked near the entrance to the woods. Gotta love stereotypes.

... I got pulled over because when they ran my plates my registration came up as 42-year old black guy, who had done nearly 18 years of prison time, was once again wanted. Had a half ounce in my center console. Gotta hate stereotypes.

... got pulled over again a week later for the same reason. Only had a dimebag. I changed license plates two days later.

... we were bowl rolling(hotboxing) a few days before Christmas. Just finished smoking 30 seconds before we got pulled over. Stupid bitch turned right on red despite the clear "no turn on red" sign. Just gave us a warning and miraculously she did not smell it. The cop stood like 4 feet away from the car, it was perfect. Cool cop.

... that my friend actually did get busted for possession at a park when we were chilling. It was the first time he smoked me up in two weeks, since I had been smoking him up most of the summer. Could have easily been I with the weed.