Me and a friend were driving back from a Grateful Dead concert in Wisconsin, smoking a a fat joint, in the left lane doing about 70 in a 55 zone. In addition to the joint we're smoking we had about a 1/2oz and a sheet of acid. I look in my mirror and first thought is "why is this asshole right on my ass". I look again and my second thought is "oh shit! That asshole has flashing lights on his roof". We totally freak out, open the window and smoke comes pouring out like something from a Cheech and Chong movie. We pull to the right so we can pull over and as soon as we're out of the left lane he goes flying by. Turns out he just wanted us out of the way so he could get somewhere else.

Another close call was when I was living in Shanghai China. I had scored some hash and found some funky old pipe in an antique market. I found what I thought was a secluded place in this big park and sat down to have a smoke. No sooner had I taken a hit than I sense someone standing behind me. I turn and see this ancient old-geezer cop standing right there looking at me. I'm about to have a heart attack, figuring I'm going to spend the rest of my life in some Chinese labor camp. The guy just stands there though, for what seemed like hours. Finally he just asks me where I'm from. I'm like "uh..uh.. Meiguo (chinese for USA)" and then he starts with like 1000 other questions. Pretty soon I figure that the guy really has no clue what I was doing. Weed and hash were pretty uncommon so most likely the guy had never encountered it before. Back then foriegners were pretty uncommon too, so he was more interested in the fact that I wasn't Chinese than what I might be doing. Probably figuring that I was just smoking some weird foriegn tobacco. The guy was really interested in me and asking a million questions "why are you here?" "where did you learn to speak Chinese?" , where in the U.S. do you live?" etc etc. By this time there was a bunch of people just sitting there staring at us which certainly didn't help calm me down. Finally I looked at my watch and was like "oh, it's late, gotta go" and took off. Needless to say I made sure to find a more secluded spot next time.

Another time me and a friend had just smoked a fat bowl and were walking back to his house. It was getting late so we decided to take a shortcut and cut across the park. Next thing we know we see a car coming towards us. At first we laughed, wondering what someone was doing driving through the park, then another car comes from behind us and the lights on both go on. The cops jump out of the car and throw us up against the hood. We're like "WTF? What did we do?" We has smoked before we got there, in a spot nobody could see us, and we weren't doing anything but walking, obvioulsy just cutting the corner and taking a shortcut. The cop was a total prick and was like "shut the fuck up,we'll ask the questions" and then tells us it's against the law to be in a city park after dark. Then he searches our pockets. I had an 1/8th of dank on me and tried to palm it best I could but they figured out what I was doing and busted me. All I got was a citation, no fine, or anything, and they brought me back home. Nothing like the look on your Dad's face when he opens the door in the middle of the night to see his son standing there with a cop. Ooops, guess that doesn't really qualify as a close call.
Fengzi Reviewed by Fengzi on . Closest call with the law? What's the closest you've come to being busted (if you haven't ever been busted)? My closest brush with the law was a few years ago. Me and two friends of mine had just got hooked up, and since I was still living with my rents at this time, we were trying to think of somewhere safe that we could go and smoke in peace without any trouble. Well, I don't remember who brought it up but one of us suggested we go sit in the church parking lot. It was evening, not late at night or anything, so Rating: 5