My boyfriend and I had just finished smoking a few bowls on the way from his house to mine, about half an hour after midnight, and we were turning onto my street.

I live in a pretty wealthy area, and a lot of people there are snobs, so the police tend to snoop when they see a car that doesn't "fit." Well, my boyfriend drives a Ford Ranger, and apparently it was suspicious that we had our windows partly down in Arizona in March (the only month of the year you can open your windows).

So as we are turning onto my street, a cop is coming out of it, and is about to turn onto the major road right there. However, after we turn he pulls a u-turn and starts following us. The car definately smelled, and we had a few pipes and about half a oz with us, so we were pretty fucking scared.

I just told my boyfriend to keep driving until we reached my house, about half a mile down the road, and somehow we made it there without the cop turning his lights on or anything. We pulled into my drive the easiest way possible, even though this blocked my parents in, and got out right away to start walking in. He pulled another u-turn at the little intersection I live on the corner of, and headed back out of the neighborhood.

Fucking scary as hell. This was only last week.