I was sitting at my dealer's house waiting to buy a sack and smoke a blunt with him. He had just re-upped on his stuff so he had a pound sitting on the desk next to the front door. He was breaking it out and I decided to go outside to call my girlfriend. I get outside and dial, and Four cops pull up and line up across the street from my dealers house. They approach me and asked if I lived there, I said no. I told them I was going inside to get the people who did live there and they followed me to the door. I opened it and quickly slipped inside, locking it behind me. I walk in and say ""Dude, there are 4 sherrifs standing behind that door and they wanna talk to you". He laughs. Im like "DUDE IM SERIOUS" you have never seen people move so fast. We had seeds on almost every surface of the house, parephenelia (sp?) everywhere, and a pound lying by the front door.My dealers roommate went outside to see what the cops wanted while we scrambled to clean everything. Turns out the neighbors called the cops on them cause they knew they were dealing. They ended up looking through the house, but we mostly had everything cleaned up before they came in. They knew we were nervous though.
DoctorCubensis Reviewed by DoctorCubensis on . Avoiding the cops/Not getting caught stories I am the only one here that has never got caught from the cops in my 4+ year smoking experience. I have had many close calls but nothing i couldnt run away from (i am over 225 lbs). I dont understand (other then getting pulled over) how so many of you cant just run from the cops. Anyways......Story time.. I was at the beach last week with a couple of my mates getting ready to smoke our second bowl of some KB's when my friend says he saw a light on the way other end of the beach. I put my Rating: 5