I just remember another story.

I picked up some of my buddies and we smoked in my van. It was around midnight, cold as hell, and snow all over. So less traffic is out. Everyone brought there piece and there own weed. We had 2 bowls, and a bong, and prob around an ounce all together. We baked out my van and everything was fine. We started talking about this kid we all fucking hated and we desided to snow ball the shit out of his house. His house is at the bottom of this very large hill. We get out snow ball the living shit out of his house, i mean we must have hit every window on that side of the house. We jump back in the van and head towards my place its like a 3 min drive, just basically down the street.

We get about to my house when my friend freaks saying that he must have dropped his phone in front of the house. It was his brand new phone so we went back to the scene of the crime to look for it. I stayed in the car ready to go, and they went out and found it. The moment they get in the car, a car starts coming down the hill.

"PLEASE dont be a cop" i mutter to myself.

I pull up to the stop sign. Its a fucking cop. I keep driving and the cop instantly gets on my ass. The van reaks of weed. We got soo much weed and all our pieces, we are fucked. Everyone in the car trys not to scurry around in the van, but everyone is stashing there shit. the cop follows me and follows me. Im like beyond bugged out, making sure i dont make a single mistake in my driving. JUST before i get to my house i pass a side street, the cop turns on his lights. My heart DROPS, and he bolts down the side street.

We are all in disbelief that the cop didnt pull us over. We didnt talk till we getting out of the van going into my house. All of us shaking our heads, repeating "I cant believe he didnt pull us over".

that was EASILY the most frightened ive ever been with weed.