Funny story time (It makes me laugh at least
A long, long time ago in 1973, me and my friends, 5 of us, were hanging out in my friend's apartment smoking herb in his bedroom.
Now, this apartment was in the basement of a building and he had a door in his bedroom that opened up to a hallway foyer that ran the length of the building & was used by tenants as a shortcut to the parking lot.
We were sitting around the room, a couple on the bed and the rest sitting in chairs.
Anyway, we were smoking away when there was a banging on the door with an announcement "Police, open the door" (They really say that shit
)
Holy fuck, this is bad I thought, seeing as I had 4 hits of acid in my pocket & my friend was rolling a joint at that moment from a bag that was holding around an ounce.
He stands up, put's the bag on the seat of the chair and sits back down on it. My friend, Diego then goes and opens the door and lo & behold, there were 2 detectives standing there, smiling.
"You guy's are pretty stupid, you can smell the pot all the way down the hall"
"Ok, everyone up"
He goes around the room, and one by one, everyone get's up and gets patted down
He gets to my friend that was sitting on the herb, and Joey (his name) shakes his head, gets up, and hands the bag to the cop.
Guess the rest
"You are all under arrest, and you have the right to remain silent..... Blah blah blah
I was the last to be searched & I stand up, raise my hands, and with no fear (can't show it) say to my old friend the detective (I knew him) " Go ahead, search me" praying he wouldn't & he didn't (YES!!!!!!)
I still had that problem with the acid in my pocket, so I say to my buddy the cop if I could take a leak. He say's go ahead, I start walking to the bathroom & the other cop stops me and asks "where do you think your going" and my new friend, the other cop say's "He's OK" (Fuck yea!!!!)
I go into the bathroom, look around for a place to stash it (no way I was flushing it, it was very good
) & I stuff it down into the waste basket & walk out, mission accomplished
They had to call another car to fit us, took us to the station & booked/fingerprinted us, gave us a court date and released us & I went back to the apartment and retrieved my acid
I had a friend that was was a lawyer who charged me $50 to defend me & I went court & paid a $100 fine and that was that.
I was very lucky, but I'll never forget my friend's face when he stood up & handed the bag to the cop & he was smiling like the Cheshire Cat when he did it.
Fucking priceless
I'm in the mood to listen to some songs (while I'm smoking) about smoking
One more Willie
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