I was driving through downtown atlanta one time smoking at 3am w/ my buddy in the car with me. We were about to turn around and ride back to the house when I noticed I was going the wrong way down a one way street. (you know how confusing those one way roads can be in the city). On top of that I was blunted cause I had been smoking all day, well I almost hit a cop trying to turn off the one way street, then I gas my truck into a nearby parking lot as Im freakin out... somehow I think good enough to pretend to ask these guys for directions. The cop gets out, comes to the window, and talks to me. No way he couldnt tell I was high, and no way he didn't smell the smoke. I just told him calmly that I was tryin to get back to 75 north, and he pointed me in the right direction and told me to pay attention to the roads. There was probably a 1/2 in the floorboard on my buddies side, and the blunt we were smoking at the time was in my right hand. Closest call to date w/ the buds... but Ive been to jail twice for underage possesion of alcohol. (basically acting a damn fool drunk in public when I was 18).

it was scary... but we smoked another blunt on the way home to celebrate getting away.

Im a dumbass.

Life's fun though...