The other night my friends and I were smokin under a railroad bridge, and it was all well and good til we thought we heard a train whistle, after putting everything away and preparing for the noise we waited and finally decided it wasn't coming on this track. Then later we heard noises of other people walking the railroad, so we hurried up and put everything away again and tried to hide when all of a sudden rocks were being thrown into the small creek that flows under the bridge, and it turned out to be a family with little children and there little girl poked her head under the bridge and saw us so we made up a story and tried to make nice conversation until they had to leave (at this point we were without a doubt stoned). As soon as they started to leave we grabbed everything and went the other way, later that night we found that those son of a bitch parents called the cops.