So yesterday i go to the place where i hide all my shit: equipment, scale, stash, pieces, etc. It is a pool that a friend of mine cleans (if any of you remember my post "the casual 1 oz blunt" this is where that was as well) that we have been using for smoking/storage for the past month or two. The reason it is so perfect is because in order to get to our shit, you would have to crack the code to get the keys that only 2 other people know (both of whom i trust 100% not to take my stuff). So ruling out the person cracking the combination to get the keys, they would have to get through 3 locks to get to our storage room, and then once in there our stuff is extremely well hidden, i doubt anyone would ever find it unless specifically looking for it. So i go there yesterday to grab my hookah (which i had left out in the attick of the room, trusting its safety there) and realize that it, and the CD player we had in the attick that was also mine was gone. 70 dollar hookah and 30 dollar cd player gone. After several phone calls and even more streaming sentences of profanity, i left. 2 hours later a buddy calls me and asks if he can pick up an oz from me, which i stored in this room and had physically held in my hand when i had been up there to find my hookah/cd player missing. I go to grab it in the place where i hide it, and its gone. I didn't know what to do so i went up to the attick where we smoke (where the hookah and cd player are) and noticed the chairs in there were not the same as they were 2 hours before. So that only added to how pissed i was about my hookah, everything i had there was gone. The only thing i managed to save was about an 1/8 of herb which i had in my car.


The next day i try and get over it and go to school as normal. My school is gay and does random drug testing once a week, this week's day was today. I didn't get drug tested (had my substitution kit with me just in case :thumbsup: ). Every wednesday after 5th period i drive over to the junior high from my highschool for an organization i am in. As i walked out to my car today, i saw 2 cop cars on the row in front of me in the parking lot. There was no one in either car so i frantically looked towards my car and saw no one. I walked as fast as i could to it without being obvious and looked to my right to see 2 cops walking around cars with drug dogs sniffing the cars (each week on drug test day, the drug dogs randomly search classrooms and cars). I freak out and get in my car and drive away from them the long way to get to the junior high, where i gather all my illegal shit and pocket it just in case (i was still in the high school parking lot, just right next to the junior high). As i drive back i drive 3 people who normally walk with everyone else back to the school. I leave after this 6th period because i am a senior and have work release so i usually just drop them off and drive off. This time as i drive over there, i go the long way again and see that a cop car is heading in my direction, so i turn around and go a different way, only to find that the cop car is following me everywhere i go in the parking lot. The "organization" i am in is a severe anti alchohol/drug program and it was great having my entire organization see me being followed around by a cop (including our 2 teachers/sponsors). I drop them off and try to speed away as the cop has to stop to let some of the walkers pass, i drive a little faster knowing that the exit to the school is in sight. As im driving towards it i look to my right beyond a row of cars and see the cop going about 30 in the parking lot speeding up to get in front of me and then she turned around and stopped me by stopping right in front of my car. I crotch my stash and roll down my window only to hear that the reason she was following me was reckless driving in the parking lot. Whatever. Bitch almost made me have a heart attack.


Im not sure im in the clear with the drug dogs, i saw them going down a row but didn't know if they had already passed my row in the parking lot or if they were coming towards it. My car was locked and all my shit was in a "smelly proof" bag i bought from everyonedoesit.com.. but still im sure im gunna finish this week out in extreme paranoia. If i can just make it to saturday i should be ok, im picking up a quarter of g13 and bubblegum then and that will be 2 weeks since my last toke (my tolerance got way too high). and then the week after that is spring break. U guys think im fucked or u think i can make it?
ripher Reviewed by ripher on . 2 of the worst weed days ever.. So yesterday i go to the place where i hide all my shit: equipment, scale, stash, pieces, etc. It is a pool that a friend of mine cleans (if any of you remember my post "the casual 1 oz blunt" this is where that was as well) that we have been using for smoking/storage for the past month or two. The reason it is so perfect is because in order to get to our shit, you would have to crack the code to get the keys that only 2 other people know (both of whom i trust 100% not to take my stuff). So Rating: 5