had pick up on local field , which i previously walked across with a golf club [pw] and about a dozen balls.intending to wait in pub for call n walk back.of course the call was late so as walking back itwas dark so not see balls i lost earlier untill got to midway n thier was truck light illuminating my searh,didnt pay any mind at all just browsing for balls. same time i meet the delivery dude with my 2kg of soap bar[resin]i take carrier bag with the slabs look around and the delivery dude was walking real fast and about 50 yards away,id not noticed becuse still ogling for balls so when i seen him in distance walking like he was training for olympics n then the thick atmosphere of prison dawned as truck turned into a police riot van. fuck that was some rush man,not at all good BUT i kept cool kept swinging my club through long grass ya know playing it off , real close call. in reflection TRUST NO ONE, FRIENDS FAMILY, NO ONE.drop off dude should have signaled but only thought of his own neck we were 30 year pals , school pals. be safe stoners ... hope that makes sence BB
bbirdy Reviewed by bbirdy on . Your closest call.. Mine... my apartment. GF and I had loud fight. She had just stormed out of the apt. I decided I was going to smoke. Had an ounce lying on the living room coffee table in a baggie, wide open. No paraphanalia, hadn't smoked yet, hear a knock, thinking it is her. Open up, 2 cops. Noise complaint. Cop is talking to me while other is walking around apt. Cop 2 walks around living room. Stands 3 feet from open bag of weed. Looks around, scans room, searches both bedrooms, and they left. Rating: 5