I had a ten-sac in my pocket and a homemade bong out of a Nestle Milkshake bottle in my jacket pockets and I was already really high walking around at like 12:30 at night and a cop pulls me over.
I fucking freaked, but I hid it as best as I could.
The weed too.
Anyway, he's asking my name and where I live and what school I go to sounding hella pissed and frusterated.
I tell him and near the end my voice starts shaking.
then he asks me if I know a "dani" that lived in my neighbor hood that goes to the nearby middle school.
I didn't even know we had other kids in my area so he got back in his car.
I swear to god I don't think I've ever been more relaxed after I found out he wasn't worrying about me.
He cracks a joke about how im a junior in high school, and it would be wierd and almost illegal to be hanging out with 2 junior high girls.
He rides away and I ditch my uneeded pipe in my neighbors garbage can, snuck back in my house, got a wotter bottle for my cotton mouth and made a nutella sammich to cure the munchies.
weed sucks . who would wanna feel dopey when u can be speedy & btw if u were high then how come when you talked to the polic he didnt smell it from ur breath ? OR wouldnt u have the smell on u ? maybe not ur breath but from the bong ?