One day, I was smoking in a friend's garage. We finished up, and the girl in our group hid the bowl on her person. About twenty seconds later a cop kicks the door in and walks in with his gun raised. He frisks me and my male friend, and finds nothing. We explain that we're friends with the adolescent of the house, who gave us permission to smoke ciggarettes in the relative warmth, and that the motrher was over-reacting when she called, so he left us alone. I get back to school, and the same cop is there to give us a talk about the dangers of ecstacy. Ah, the hijinx of high school.