Wednesday 17, 2008 01:ish
O man, how should I start this? I got it. Weed... why can’t people love you just as much as me? =) We just smoked a blunt and we are just chillin in the car. And guess who pulls up? My mom! No, I’m just kidding… The Police. I’m in a ***************** state of mind *(watch movie: How to rob a bank and you will know what i mean) Man I was trippin out. We just packed a bowl too. =’( There were 4 of us in my car and it got more packed with the all tension everyone was emitting. I rolled down my window, and they asked me what we were up to.
(Smoker 1): “We’re just chillin.”
(Smoker 2): “We’re were smoking.”
(Smoker 1’s mind): (Damn smooth man)
(Police Officer): “Step out of the car.”
So they sit me on the curb and asked for my driver’s license. I’m high right now, and I couldn’t help myself to give them shit.
(Me): “My car was in parked. We weren’t going anywhere.”
(White Police Officer): “Sit down and shut up”
I’m trying to come up with a good story now. I’m not ready to get my license taken away.
(Me): “I don’t even know why you guys pulled me over.”
(Police Officer): “Don’t give us attitude!”
(Me with Attitude): “What. I’m not giving you guys attitude!”
fuckkkkkk. I’m fucking up. My mouth is shut now. The white guy walks to the car and starts asking my friends questions. I’m panicking.
(Me): “My friend just came down from out of town and were just smoking to have some fun.
He’s writing my info down.
(Me): “I had a long day at work but I’m preaching to the choir. Your job is way harder than mine.”
(Police Officer): “Where do you work at?”
IKEA. So the white guy finished questioning my friend’s and walks up to me. And starts giving me shit. So I’m taking it now. And I guess he thought I wanted more so he just keeps on giving. Finally he shuts the hole between his ears.
(Me): “My bad, I'm sorry for giving you guys attitude.”
He then goes to talk to my friends. Comes back and starts asking me more info.
(Police Officer): “Do you have a tattoo?”
(Me): “Uh…yea”
(Police Officer): “Show us it.”
I’m acting right now, pretending my tattoo is wack. Then I took off my sock. They got a good kick out of it. =) A couple of minutes pass by of them just staring at me. Out of no where the pipe on the floor and shined with a flashlight. Then he slowly hovered his foot over it as if he was going to crush it like a bug. But to my surprise he gently kicks it over to me little by little.
(In my head): (Thanks asshole. Why didn’t you just hand it to me? Your scratching it) -_-
I got lucky tonight! If you know what I mean ;)
