Crazy Thursday Night

[pfresh]

Alright, here's the scoop. It was a thursday night, and there was a killer party going on, so a bunch of buddies and I went to go get loaded. We had a hell of a time, I was loaded, but then we had to drive home. The drive wasn't too bad, i only had 6 beers in me, and it was my first time driving drunk, plus i told my friends they had a 75% survival chance, but thats beside the point. Our destination was Rob's place, he had already left the party, so the rendezvouz point was his place.

I basically go there daily, its right across from my High School, but the funny thing i drove right past his house without realizing it, my drunk buddy in the backseat also thought that the place was another block up the street. When we arrived at his place, the crew wasn't there, so we callled his cell phone and tracked him down at the local arena. There we were hidden from public view cuz the cars were parked hidden behind a lil building.
So, we are just hanging out there, chilling, listening to some Black Sabbath, having another beer, when out of fucking nowehere a 5-0 cruiser circles the arena parking lot, and in the longrun spots my neon. So he had to ruin our fun and come over to us and give us shit. Now, at the time that the cop was driving over to us: I had a beer in my hand, my friends were smoking a sess in the other car, at least 1 1/2 oz. in the car too, and a bunch of Gin and Beer. Oh yes, and my passenger who had been sitting right next to me decided to take off, so with my Ninja instincts (averting danger) i decided to follow him and ditch my beer. Stupid thing is that now there is an empty car sitting there, so the cop sends my friend after me. As soon as I walk up to the cop, the only thing I can see is his fucking flashlight in my eyes, and mind you not, I was pretty fucking drunk and stoned at the moment and had no gum or cigarrettes with me to cover my beer breath, I left those in the car.... fuck.

He began with asking me why the fuck i ran away, so i put on my poker face, and told him that i wouldnt run from cops. I was merely walking my friend home, I told him. I don't think he believed me, but either way, he asked if i that was my neon, I told him it was my moms, asked if I had been drinking, I told him no wayyy hozey, my buddy beside me pulled a fast one and he'd been drinking, and that I was designated driver. After that the cock asked me if I had been taking any drugs, fuck, he shouldve asked me If I was gambling too. But anyways, he took my license ad told me to take a seat in my car.

Here came the fucking scary part, just waiting in my car, I whipped out 3 cigarrettes, put 2 in my ears and lit one up, just in case I had to do more talking, I talk much smoother when I smoke, but thats off topic. So about after a 3 solid minutes of waiting, the fucker goes to my buddys car, gives him his license and tells him to go home, as he does to me. A fucking crazy experience, I would definately call it that.

Never again I said am I gonna drive drunk, that was wayy to fuckin risky, and never again am I gonna take off when I'm driving that night, I gotta save that Ninja instinct for when i am on missions, not when i'm a paranoid drunk. Well that was my tale, let that be a lesson, drinking and driving may be fun at first, but then the law gets involved, and totally tries to wreck your shit. Either way. Thx for reading, from Ace -Fresh

pfresh Reviewed by pfresh on 04-09-2004. Crazy Thursday Night Alright, here's the scoop. It was a thursday night, and there was a killer party going on, so a bunch of buddies and I went to go get loaded. We had a hell of a time, I was loaded, but then we had to drive home. The drive wasn't too bad, i only had 6 beers in me, and it was my first time driving drunk, plus i told my friends they had a 75% survival chance, but thats beside the point. Our destination was Rob's place, he had already left the party, so the rendezvouz point was his place. Rating: 5

[Kevin Spencer]

I was with my buddies after a party at one time, The party was fucking great, we got their pretty early and got fucked up really quick so we decided to leave like around 2:30 am so i wasnt to fucked up to drive home. We drove around for a bit because my friends mom tripped on him for some bullshit that he has to follow, and then we went to a friends house, we picked her up and went to go have a sesh. We pulled up to the local church, (because we love god) and started drinking some booze and smoking some weed. My other friends were still at the party and later met up with us. Im our car, we had 3 bootles of liquor, and a parachute, my one friend had an ounce of weed and I had a quarter. We work smoking a session and we seen this fucking cop pull up around 5 in the morning. He asked why our friends all ran away in the other car, we were fucking pissed cause they put the heat on us and cop was interigating us about them. As the cop pulled up, we hid all the shit from his view, i passed my liquor to my buddy in the shotgun seat, and i shoved my parachute under the seat, my friends in the back put their booze in a backpack , and covered it, they also hid their weed. The cop musta known we were smoking weed cause he came up as my friend was blowing a toke out the window, and plus the car was fucking smoky. He asked for my license and papers and then he went back to the car, and we further hid our shit, my friend shoved the booze under his seat, and i passed my quarter to my friend withthe ounce, they also put the chute right on my seat. He thought we were drinking and doing drugs, which might have been true, in a sense, and he figured the other driver was drinking and driving. We were scared shitless, and my friend was shaking incontrolably. We were fucking ripped. He asked us alot of questions, and let us off eventually after checking licence and insurance/ownership. He knew we were fucked but i think he realized his time was best spent on people getting murdered and raped. Overall, this situation would have been averted if people would best stop fretting on the simple things in life, and spend their time/energy on whats important. It was a good night, but scary as fuck.

[Roland Bluntz]

Well, I go to U-M (University of Michigan) and Ann Arbor is a great city. Liberal, all different types of people and interests, etc. It's really a good cultural town. BUT the fuckin campus cops at UM are bitches, and they don't enforce the famous 25 or 50$ weed ticket that Ann Arbor cops do, they fuckin enforce state law cuz they're state employees. What they really are is pathetic scumbags who couldnt crack the real police force or get educated so they spend their lives harassing the dangerous students at UM over drinking and weed, those fucks even used to bring dogs thru one of the dorms in my freshman year. You'd think someone was hiding terrorists the way they act, anyway.....

So MI state law provides for up to a year in jail and a 2000$ fine for possession, though at least if you're fortunate enough to be in the upper economic circles (i.e. someone who don't get fucked in the ass by the class and race biased drug laws), you usually get a few months probation w/ mandatory drug testing and all that bullshit. So now that you have my "preamble", here's my story.

So we were in Markley one night in March '02 (my freshman year, Markley is a dorm by the way). We were smokin in my friends' room, like we always did on the weekends. We were all having a good time, then a friend from hs came back into town cuz his college had spring break. So we invited him, and mind you he admits to having done some things that slowed him down a little earlier in hs, so when he smokes he's "not all there". So, he smoked too, then went outside with another friend of ours to have a cig. And wouldnt you know, the stupid ass campus cops, having nothing better to do as usual, come up to them cuz they look stoned, and start harassing them. My friend, the one who's slowed down a bit, got real scared and didnt know his rights and just told what room we were in, who's room, etc. So then we have these fools knocking on the door, my friend whose room it is tells us its cops, we're all getting pretty fuckin scared but dont think we'll have to let them in. Then the bastards start calling over their radio for a search warrant, so my friend just lets them in, figuring that that's better than them having a warrant that lets them search EVERY CREVICE OF THE ROOM.

So there's 2 cops, one a bitch cop who was seriously saying some bullshit about our personal lives that i was ready to get up and strangle her for. the other, this mexican dude who was sniffing my friends' weed and getting a smirk on his face, saying we shouldnt smoke dope till its legal (but if youre a cop anything's legal, so i wonder where that shit went, hmmm). Anyway i'm shaking like a muthafucka, i have a panic condition and didnt know it at the time so it was probably a panic attack. They find my pipe, my friends 2 sacks of weed, etc. They dont' bother scraping resin out of pipes so i never got in shit, but my friend got hit with 6 months of the probes, and of course it took them till 5 months after the incident to even get him in court. Just one more example of how stupid and useless, and overall waste of everyone's time and resources on both sides the War on Weed is.

As my name implies, them fools ain't stop me from doing SHIT, and I'm damn proud of it... anytime I'm driving around smokin a blunt and I pass by a campus cop, I just laugh to myself and usually say something derogatory under my breath. Fuck those pieces of shit.