doritos
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If you've been to NSG in the past six months or so, you've probably seen a few threads from me (previously Tyrone and pbskl) about cops getting really close to fucking me over and failing for one reason or another at the last, most critical moment. A lot of people told me karma was coming to bite me in the ass, and that I should watch my shit. Well... you were right, and I was wrong. Karma let me off the hook a lot, holding off until I had something real valuable at stake to bend me over the proverbial table.
So I was smoking a bowl with some buddies in one of their cars, stupidly parked in an increasingly well-patrolled area because we were being reckless and dumb. All of a sudden two headlights start burning holes in the back of my skull and I realize that an officer of the law was staring us down. Oh, did I forget to mention we were using a $300, massively conspicuous two foot DZL bong? Scared shitless for my precious I told this kid Kevin to hide it really well, but my friend John started tweaking out about how we needed to get out of the car and lock the doors ASAP, and in the frightened confusion I didn't object. The bong was poorly hidden underneath a shirt when we exited.
I immediately started playing the "I was just smoking a cigarette before work, deny deny deny" game, but the officer is new to the force, an eager beaver so to speak, and he isn't having it. Looks in the front seat and sees an ashcatcher for another kid's bong, but it was enough for him to call in dogs... at that point we were out of the car so we were past the "here's what you saw and a 20bag, that's all we have, our bad" stage. Canine unit showed up and snatched that bad boy right up. I very nearly cried. They also took my backpack, which had 11g of beautiful indoor inside. I was a straight dick to that officer (my bong was at stake, I had no intentions of playing nice) so I have some kinda court date on the 24th, not sure how that'll end up because of my attitude. Egh...
One bright side to the story, my backpack also contained a bubbler and a scale and when they returned my pack, despite having taken it to the station for a search, both remained in their pouch untouched. I was thinking about it, this is definitely a sign that I got in too far over my head and was being too careless to cover my ass. I don't think I'm gonna quit, but my days of smoking multiple times every day are going to come to an end I think. I got my bubbler back because when that's all I had I wasn't pushing the envelope too hard... when I bought a bong and expected to keep it in my car, and smoke it regularly in my car, I fucked up. I need to cut back and stop being an idiot and start getting into other shit besides smoking myself retarded for practically everything I do.
In any case... R.I.P glorious bong, fuck the police, and here's to a new leaf... or at least an attempted new leaf.
So I was smoking a bowl with some buddies in one of their cars, stupidly parked in an increasingly well-patrolled area because we were being reckless and dumb. All of a sudden two headlights start burning holes in the back of my skull and I realize that an officer of the law was staring us down. Oh, did I forget to mention we were using a $300, massively conspicuous two foot DZL bong? Scared shitless for my precious I told this kid Kevin to hide it really well, but my friend John started tweaking out about how we needed to get out of the car and lock the doors ASAP, and in the frightened confusion I didn't object. The bong was poorly hidden underneath a shirt when we exited.
I immediately started playing the "I was just smoking a cigarette before work, deny deny deny" game, but the officer is new to the force, an eager beaver so to speak, and he isn't having it. Looks in the front seat and sees an ashcatcher for another kid's bong, but it was enough for him to call in dogs... at that point we were out of the car so we were past the "here's what you saw and a 20bag, that's all we have, our bad" stage. Canine unit showed up and snatched that bad boy right up. I very nearly cried. They also took my backpack, which had 11g of beautiful indoor inside. I was a straight dick to that officer (my bong was at stake, I had no intentions of playing nice) so I have some kinda court date on the 24th, not sure how that'll end up because of my attitude. Egh...
One bright side to the story, my backpack also contained a bubbler and a scale and when they returned my pack, despite having taken it to the station for a search, both remained in their pouch untouched. I was thinking about it, this is definitely a sign that I got in too far over my head and was being too careless to cover my ass. I don't think I'm gonna quit, but my days of smoking multiple times every day are going to come to an end I think. I got my bubbler back because when that's all I had I wasn't pushing the envelope too hard... when I bought a bong and expected to keep it in my car, and smoke it regularly in my car, I fucked up. I need to cut back and stop being an idiot and start getting into other shit besides smoking myself retarded for practically everything I do.
In any case... R.I.P glorious bong, fuck the police, and here's to a new leaf... or at least an attempted new leaf.
