Quote Originally Posted by NightProwler
oh yea, also, one time a cell phone was stolen in my school, so everyone in my gym class had to get searched. i had a quarter in my pocket, and the guy patted me right on that pocket, but luckly he was looking for something that felt like a cellphone so he didnt find it.
Even so, I don't think that he could've persecuted you for it.. I'm not sure. I dunno.

I remember one time I was walking down the street at like 4:20 in the morning (being an insomniac fucking blows) and I was smoking out of my pipe. The street was deserted of course, so I figured that I was okay.. so I was smoking and a cop pulls up right next to me, while I have smoke in my lungs. He stops right next to me at the traffic light. I look over at him and nod, he nods back, and then turns onto another road. I exhale my hit and chuckle.

Another time I had just gotten done smoking a bowl and driving around and I realized that I had forgotten my drivers license at my house and I didn't want to be stopped without it. So I didn't see my parents' car.. so I assumed that it was ok. I walked into my house and saw my mom standing there. My eyes were all sorts of cheeched out.. red and squeezed shut because I was so high. I just sorta ran upstairs and grabbed my ID, all the while my mom was screaming that my eyes looked strange and asking if I was on something, etc.. so I run back downstairs and out to my car, and my mom follows me out there, still talking to me, telling me to remember to pick up some groceries, and my pipe is sitting there, in plain sight, in my ash tray, and my mom doesn't notice it. Wheeew.