Another run
Bro...
Went to a party with this girl, "M." Truth be told I've been crushin' bad, but I haven't made it apparent to anyone. We leave the party around 5:30. It was a barbecue a mutual friend hosted, so not like an all night rager. Turns out this chick is down to toke up. We meet up with her dealer to get some product. And as everyone who has ever been a serious toker, nearly all tokers claim they get the best and loudest herb. She boasts a little about the loud she can get. I don't really doubt her, but we're all skeptics. Dealer rolls up, whaddayaknow, it's a dude I went to high school who was an up and coming hip hop producer. We bullshit for a few, make the transaction, and dip.
We stopped by a convenience store, grabbed a rillo and she started rolling. Hands down one of the fattest blunts I've ever seen hand rolled; it pulled perfectly and no scooby snacks. We were hitting it off fucking smooth, fucking amazing. Super cool, down to earth low maintenance kind of person, best friend material. We started munching so we hit up a local mexican cantina for some margaritas. We both kill a frozen each and split a pitcher. We're crossfaded af at this point. We walk out and hop in my car. She starts rolling another.
She was nearly finished. Before we knew it, two cops pull in and block us in the parking spot. She grabbed the blunt and started eating it, and there was still a baggie with roughly 3g's in it sitting in her lap. I reached for it intending to swallow the bag. She was faster than me. She snatched it and literally did just that. She shoved the little baggie up her cooch a split second before one of the officers was tapping on my window. I rolled my window down, politely greeted the officer. The officer told me they received reports that two people were in a parked car doing drugs in clear view of children. Asked for my ID, I complied. I actually have an unpaid ticket from another state in which I have to make a drive in order to pay.
Ikr, scumbag me? Haven't had the time off from work. I recognized the 3rd officer who was once my next door neighbor. Instantly started shooting shit. The mood is mellowing out. I was becoming less of a threat, this officer can vouch for me, no need to arrest and fuck up my promising career. My driver's license is suspended, but who cares? They suspected we'd been drinking, which was true, and proceeded to give M a sobriety test, as she was the legally licensed driver. This is where they could've fucked me up. I was in the driver seat with the keys in the ignition. In the eyes of the law, that's driving whether or not you're parked (this may vary from state to state).
They decided to ignore that fact on the account of this officer I know. My car smells like weed, there's empty rillo packaging, a lighter, a bottle of Blunt Block air freshener. No trace of weed, though. She ate and hid the rest. She passed the sobriety test. The officers regrouped for about a minute, came back up to me, as I've been seated outside the car on the curb during M's test, and asked if I'll consent to a search of my vehicle. I refused. The officer calmly responded, "okay, I can't search your car if you don't consent. You don't seem intoxicated. Not much else I can do. Do me a favor and fix your license, though." They let us get back in the car, M is driving as I'm legally not supposed to be, and we take off. We drive to her work, an apartment complex's office. Before all the cop shit went down, we were cruising and comparing stories on police interactions and how to handle situations. It's all about breaking down the barrier between the officer on duty and the person behind the badge. If you can make a connection, relate to them and remain respectful you're golden. She has a key to her office building so we go inside where she pulls the baggie out her cooch. We still had one rillo left, so we rolled that, took the company golf cart to a vacant unit and smoked out in the garage on the golf cart. At this point it was 30 past midnight. I drove her home, we hung out in her driveway for a little while before parting. Still reviewing yesterday in a little bit of shock. This was amazing. I had a fucking awesome time doing stupid shit with this chick. Getting out of possession charges and driving with an invalid license, that shit hyped us up.
Like man we both had such a stupid fun night, but best of all we clicked like right away. It was amazing. I just came out of a long relationship where I had taken on the role of father to a kid not biologically mine. It was a trainwreck, but this was great bounce back. I lost a little faith in humanity. People are ridiculously self-centered nowadays.
Did I mention M is drop dead gorgeous? While I was dating my ex and met M, I wanted to dump my ex right then and there. That may sound bad but it's the honest truth.
Went to a party with this girl, "M." Truth be told I've been crushin' bad, but I haven't made it apparent to anyone. We leave the party around 5:30. It was a barbecue a mutual friend hosted, so not like an all night rager. Turns out this chick is down to toke up. We meet up with her dealer to get some product. And as everyone who has ever been a serious toker, nearly all tokers claim they get the best and loudest herb. She boasts a little about the loud she can get. I don't really doubt her, but we're all skeptics. Dealer rolls up, whaddayaknow, it's a dude I went to high school who was an up and coming hip hop producer. We bullshit for a few, make the transaction, and dip.
We stopped by a convenience store, grabbed a rillo and she started rolling. Hands down one of the fattest blunts I've ever seen hand rolled; it pulled perfectly and no scooby snacks. We were hitting it off fucking smooth, fucking amazing. Super cool, down to earth low maintenance kind of person, best friend material. We started munching so we hit up a local mexican cantina for some margaritas. We both kill a frozen each and split a pitcher. We're crossfaded af at this point. We walk out and hop in my car. She starts rolling another.
She was nearly finished. Before we knew it, two cops pull in and block us in the parking spot. She grabbed the blunt and started eating it, and there was still a baggie with roughly 3g's in it sitting in her lap. I reached for it intending to swallow the bag. She was faster than me. She snatched it and literally did just that. She shoved the little baggie up her cooch a split second before one of the officers was tapping on my window. I rolled my window down, politely greeted the officer. The officer told me they received reports that two people were in a parked car doing drugs in clear view of children. Asked for my ID, I complied. I actually have an unpaid ticket from another state in which I have to make a drive in order to pay.
Ikr, scumbag me? Haven't had the time off from work. I recognized the 3rd officer who was once my next door neighbor. Instantly started shooting shit. The mood is mellowing out. I was becoming less of a threat, this officer can vouch for me, no need to arrest and fuck up my promising career. My driver's license is suspended, but who cares? They suspected we'd been drinking, which was true, and proceeded to give M a sobriety test, as she was the legally licensed driver. This is where they could've fucked me up. I was in the driver seat with the keys in the ignition. In the eyes of the law, that's driving whether or not you're parked (this may vary from state to state).
They decided to ignore that fact on the account of this officer I know. My car smells like weed, there's empty rillo packaging, a lighter, a bottle of Blunt Block air freshener. No trace of weed, though. She ate and hid the rest. She passed the sobriety test. The officers regrouped for about a minute, came back up to me, as I've been seated outside the car on the curb during M's test, and asked if I'll consent to a search of my vehicle. I refused. The officer calmly responded, "okay, I can't search your car if you don't consent. You don't seem intoxicated. Not much else I can do. Do me a favor and fix your license, though." They let us get back in the car, M is driving as I'm legally not supposed to be, and we take off. We drive to her work, an apartment complex's office. Before all the cop shit went down, we were cruising and comparing stories on police interactions and how to handle situations. It's all about breaking down the barrier between the officer on duty and the person behind the badge. If you can make a connection, relate to them and remain respectful you're golden. She has a key to her office building so we go inside where she pulls the baggie out her cooch. We still had one rillo left, so we rolled that, took the company golf cart to a vacant unit and smoked out in the garage on the golf cart. At this point it was 30 past midnight. I drove her home, we hung out in her driveway for a little while before parting. Still reviewing yesterday in a little bit of shock. This was amazing. I had a fucking awesome time doing stupid shit with this chick. Getting out of possession charges and driving with an invalid license, that shit hyped us up.
Like man we both had such a stupid fun night, but best of all we clicked like right away. It was amazing. I just came out of a long relationship where I had taken on the role of father to a kid not biologically mine. It was a trainwreck, but this was great bounce back. I lost a little faith in humanity. People are ridiculously self-centered nowadays.
Did I mention M is drop dead gorgeous? While I was dating my ex and met M, I wanted to dump my ex right then and there. That may sound bad but it's the honest truth.
Originally Posted by sasori~
