I feel bad Illinois, this is such a cool thread, and I'm not even high yet...

SO one night after work, me and a buddy decide to go out to a show at this small hippie club. My bro hasn't ever really smoked weed before, so I already felt a bit weird, but it was pretty chill. Well he was getting a little freaked out after smoking and he didn't like the concert, so we left early.

Now these were the days when I was a fucking stupid kid, driving around with a glass water pipe set and a glass pipe and prolly a quarter of erb left.

So we get 2 blocks from his house, Jah only knows how we made it back, we were both gone... it's 3am, I can barely drive, almost hit someone's mailbox....

then we see the blue light... picture this:

I shove a quarter of weed in my mouth really quick, but am too high to chew it all up fast enough and theres nothing to drink. A cloud of smoke comes pouring out the window when I roll it down to talk to the cop, theres 2 large empty pizza boxes, crust on the seats and shit, a ghetto bong on the floor in plain view, my buddy has a pipe on his lap, my car has a bunch of hippie/anti-authority bumper stickers on it... REEEKS of weed, it was just a very very BAD scene. Both of us have bloodshot eyes, we're nervous and showing it. The cop asks where we were going (we are in the middle of a neighborhood) and while still chewing a gigantic cud of weed right in front of him, I respond "um, we were looking for I-95 officer" After all of this.... I swear, the cop looks at me and says"

"Have you boys been DRINKING tonight?" I said no, we had not been drinking. He proceeded to give me a 30 minute lecture about why drinking and driving is bad. "Who gets hurt, boy? Who gets hurt when ya drink n drive, boy?" Then he told us to go home. Wtf lol. I was like is this a joke or is this southern cop really this dense?

peace