I was around my friend’s house a few years back around Christmas time. We were on a curve of a small road that snaked through the mountains and it was raining like hell. We had met up with the dealer and we were buying an ounce and a half. It was really dank nug and it was a good price, the dealer hops in my car with all the cronic in 2 big jars and lays it all out, uses my scale to start weighing it.

So here we are, two cars on the side of the road, interior lights on in mine, pot all spread out with the scale and cash everywhere, and all of a sudden this sheriff’s car just rolls on by kinda slowly. He didn’t stop but that scared the fuck out of me. Not really worried about a ticket but about not coming home with any weed.
EciRonTog Reviewed by EciRonTog 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