I once had a pants of Jncos that saved my ass!

I don't know if people still wear them, but there are these baggy ass pants with big, deep pockets. When I was 15, I was with a couple of friends, and we were walking across a bridge to go into DC, and these cops on bikes stop us for smoking cigarettes. I thought I was literally screwed there. They found a vile on my friend with some ganja residue, and they searched the rest of us. I was so high, they had to hold me up while searching me. I had 1/2 OZ in one pocket and a pipe in the other. Luckily they didn't reach in deep enough to find it. Closest call I can ever think of. I was so scared, I gave all my weed to my friend afterwards. I'm sure he enjoyed it, lmao.