Me and two friends were walking in a park on a rainy day looking for a dry place to roll a nice J.

We stop at a bench, while i get the trees out and start shredding they are 'supposed' to be on the lookout. By the time i get to massaging teh joint i look behind me and a cop on a bike is about 20 feet behind me going straight for us. I quickly dump the stuff under the bench (what an unfortunate waste).

By now our hearts are racing although on the outside we are totally calm. He begins to interrogate us and pick up the weed. after about 5 minutes of total denial he asks if he should throw it away, reluctantly i was forced to say: 'i guess so, it was on the ground'.

He let us go and as we started walking away he stopped me and gave me the bag with about 1/8 worth and sent us off with a warning telling us to go somewhere else to do this. I was so happy as we immediatly starting walking towards Haight (the famous center for potheads for any of you non-San Franciscans).

Is this a regular thing or did i just get off hella lucky?
Vampiero Reviewed by Vampiero on . listen to this Me and two friends were walking in a park on a rainy day looking for a dry place to roll a nice J. We stop at a bench, while i get the trees out and start shredding they are 'supposed' to be on the lookout. By the time i get to massaging teh joint i look behind me and a cop on a bike is about 20 feet behind me going straight for us. I quickly dump the stuff under the bench (what an unfortunate waste). By now our hearts are racing although on the outside we are totally calm. He begins to Rating: 5