Well I was typing out the story in edit mood it toke more than 5 minutes so sorry for this extra post...

It was last summer I don't remember what day it was so curfew is either 11 or 12 I think it was 12. I was waiting for my dealer to call me around like 1. So I go outside in my backyard and hit up my bowl. Open my gate and go to my car. I live right next to a church, I was looking in the parking lot and could tell I saw the back lights of a car. So I walked a bit so I could see him and they couldn't see me. Sure enough to cops in the parking lot of the church. I walk inside since I don't think it's straight to be hitting my bowl when the cop could easily just ride down the street and see me. So flash forward an hour. I'm well finished with that bowl and my dealer calls. He lives 10 minutes away or so on a bike. I couldn't drive so I said fuck it I'm up for it. I take my bike and go the other way from the cop. Then I start getting a bit nervous and so I went down this dirt trail by my crib. I'm so glad I went with that because if not I would have meet up with a cop and I know that because well I'll get to that.... so I'm flying down this path and in the parking lot waaaaaay in the back theres a cop with his lights off car off everything ready to haul ass get out of their if he needs to. So I see him and I'm like fuck I'm going way to fast to break without making noise so I'm like wing it. I slam my breaks and turn around haul ass and cut through the prairie. He turns on his car and flies out that parking lot after me. Then I go down this alley for a bit and right when I cross this street theres the cop I can see his car but he didn't see me and turned the other way. I ended up making it there. Chilled out on some bowls killing time since I wanted to make sure that cop was gone and got home problem.