Quote Originally Posted by afghooey
I don't know about you guys but when I get into a situation when I don't want to be high I feel about 10 times higher.
Yeah I know the feeling.

This happened two years ago. I just came back into town after being in Colorado for a month. So I call up my friend and we meet up. Now take note that I haven't smoked in about 2 and half weeks (bro's dealer went out of town). So I take him to a friend of mines house and we smoke him up.

After all the blazing is over, my friend wants to go back to his house. I am high as shit at this point, and this would be the first time I've ever ridden a bike stoned.

We get ready to leave, and I look at my friend and say something like "Dude, I am fucking high as shit, and I look like it too. So on the way to your house, if we see any cops lets just change our path a little bit because I don't want to deal with any pigs." He agrees with this, and we start our ride.

So after a while of riding, we are riding on this sidewalk next to this park, when I notice a cop driving right next us. I say to him "Lets turn into this park and get away from this cop."

So we turn into the park. As were riding down this walkway towards the middle of the park, I notice something ahead of us that appears to be a fair. This whole time I'm thinking to myself "Awesome, a fair! We can walk around this place and have some fun!"

As we are aproaching this fair, I notice two cops at the front talking to each other. I just think to myself "No big deal, just some cops here for security."

Now of course I look high as shit. My eyes are extremely red, and they're almost closed. As I'm aproaching these two cops at the front, one of them glances at me, and then just goes back and starts talking to the other cop. Then he stops talking, and looks at me again, looks me right in the eye.

So I try to make it look like I'm sober as I'm going past these guys, and I just couldn't do it. Trying to make myself look sober was kind of hard, and because I was concentrating on trying to look like that, I was riding my bike shitty.

So now I have a choice. I can either look sober and ride horrible and maybe fall over, or I can look baked as shit and ride fine.

Now this "fair" wasn't any normal fair at all. It was some sort of fucking Cop Convention. The place was filled with cops, squad cars, K-9 units, Military Police, and I believe I saw a swat van. And I rode through that convention laughing my ass off with my eyes almost shut and blood shot as hell.

Good times.