I was walking to a YMCA park about a quarter mile from my house to smoke on the playground equipment which is pretty comfy -- up probably 10 feet off the ground.

It was around 12:30 at night and I had 2 doobies on me. I lit up the first one walking down the street and had my back to the on-coming traffic lane. I was alone and no one else was around when this car comes onto the street. As usual since I'm alone I scurried into the shadows since that's in no way suspicious or anything you know?

Turns out to be a pig...
Who also happens to start slowing down in the middle of the street...probably 40 feet from the stop sign and 15 feet from me. Naturally I start to shit my pants thinking of ways to ditch the doobs. I was going to eat em!

So I start to chew the half burnt one immediately as the pig pulls over into the parking spaces next to a building across the street. Now I'm walking away casually this whole time since running would mean I was guilty of something. My heart is fucking racing, my head was pounding when this pig turned into the lot...and pulled out and raced back down the road the opposite way.

I spit out the half chewed doobie and looked at it in all it's sad glory. It looked like a half-worm after you hook a fish and then lose it before you reel it back in. I shake my head in disgust but then enjoy a cool Autumn smoke on the deserted playground.

...and thats my only close call regarding pigs fortunately.