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Floogeldy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 08:28 PM
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Post Your "Almost Busted" Story Here
Edited on Fri Feb-25-05 09:14 PM by Floogeldy
How close have you ever come to getting caught with pot, or something?

Back in the 70's, my buddy and I were driving to Colorado to fly fish, get high, and play our guitars up in the mountains. When we got to the New Mexico border, state law enforcement was stopping every vehicle coming into the state. The families in station wagons got off easy - - - the cops just looked at the dad’s license and then waived them through. But that was not how they treated two shirtless teenagers with shoulder length hair.

We came to the stop point and were told, “Pull your car over there.” We complied. An undercover cop with long hair, a beard, army shirt with sleeves cut off, earring, dirty jeans and Dingo boots walked up to the car and said, “Hand me your car ashtray.” We did and he walked off with it.

A few minutes later, some uniformed deputies told us to get out of the car and open the hatch-back. They pulled out our suitcases, fly fishing rods, guitar cases, a portable guitar amp, and started searching. At the same time, the undercover cop came back and starting feeling underneath and searching under the dashboard. The deputies told us we might as well tell them where the drugs are. My buddy and I both replied, “We don’t have any drugs, sir.” They didn’t find anything after about fifteen minutes.

They finally said, “Okay, you can go.” Well, my buddy and I took the trip knowing that the car would start only if push-started (we were young and reckless). To top things off, we asked them to give us a push and they did! The car started, and away we went. We both became shaken and scared. We were imagining what it would have been like to call our parents hundreds of miles away in another state to tell them, “I’ve been arrested in New Mexico.”

The kicker is, there was a BAGGY OF POT inside my portable amplifier, which clearly had a clasp that opened and closed it like a book (A Pignose, for all of you musicians out there). There was a SHOE POLISH CAN FULL OF POT underneath the dashboard. We had no idea how they missed it! Finally, after we got back on the road, I rummaged through the ashtray and picked up a bottle cap that was stuck to a piece of gum. THERE WAS A ROACH UNDER IT. WE COULDN’T BELIEVE THEY DIDN’T FIND ANY OF IT!

Anything scary like that ever happen to you? WHEW!

Edit: Spelling and grammar
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mr_hat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 08:34 PM
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1. Junior year in college. My buddy and I loaded up his '69 Chysler
New Yorker for a banzai weekend trip into Chicago to see the Cubs, my GF and a Little Feat show.

I leave my wallet, with all my cash ($250) and 4 grams of Red Leb on top of said mastadon. We drive off... No cash, no hash for the weekend.

Get back, there's a call from Detective So-and-So. Jock that I am (was) I go down to the po-lice station to reclaim my wallet. No cash, of course, just the hash, and Good Cop, Bad Cop doing their thing.

Basically, it was "if you don't narc for us, you're going to jail." I knew better, and got out of there with my wallet and ID.

SUCKERS!!! BASTARDS!!!
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Ariana Celeste Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 08:48 PM
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2. Oh, man! Memories :)
I've had a couple, but this was my closest...

Maybe 3 years ago, I lived in this trailer park in Tacoma, WA. Tons of teens lived there, and a lot of their/our friends would come to the park to hang out. Pretty much all of us were potheads, and damn near every night there would be a couple of us hanging out in the front of the lot smoking on the curb (on the side of a small street, we had just enough cover so that other trailers and the house across the street wouldn't see... although, anyone driving into or out of the park was a risk)

Anywho, one night me, my ex, his cousin, and a friend were lookin, so I called up a buddy to come out and make a deal.

Well, the 4 of us walked out to the front to meet my buddy, and their was a small group already hanging out in the front smoking, including my brother. If I remember correctly, there were 4 of them. So that made 8 of us so far, standing out front hanging out, and it was dark by this point.

So, my buddy pulls up in his truck, and has a mutual friend with him- making 10 of us. They had nothing important to do so they decided to hang out for a little while, and the two groups merged for a smoking session in the back of my buddy's truck.

So we have some music playing, and knowing my buddies it had to have been either Korn, or Rammstein. At least something to that effect. The 10 of us were all sitting in the back of the truck, with 3 pipes going around between us. After about 15-20 minutes, we were all stoned out our minds, and just hanging out, having a good time, talking about school, bands, exchanging gossip (funny thing is, I was the only girl- these guys were hilarious when it came to gossip fests!) and still pasing around pipes, when....

A cop pulls into the little road! :scared:

So each of us who had pieces quickly hid them- we were all just scared as hell...

They pull up to us, and step out of their vehicle.... and ask if we know a kid by the name of "Sean". He was this younger kid in the park who didn't hang out with us- but we did hang out with his older brother. All of us who lived in the park said, yeah, we know him, but haven't seen him in a couple days... so they tell us if we see him, contact his mom or them because he ran away.

They asked what we were all doing and asked us for our names- we all gave our names and just said we were hanging out before we all had to go home and go to bed for school the next morning lol... Guess they just had to make sure a significant portion of us actually *lived* in the park we were loitering in front of.

and they left it at that. Got in their cars, and took off.

I swear they knew what we were doing! Who knows why they didn't take the chance to bust 10 teens who were obviously on drugs.

Anywho- that's my "closest to ever getting busted" story.

:hi:
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Floogeldy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 09:06 PM
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7. You swear they knew what you were doing
I have another story like that! And they definitely knew.

I was living in California with a buddy and my cousin. My buddy worked as a night watchman at the city dump. One day as he was showing up for work, a guy had just robbed the dump of its payroll and my bud got a look at the robber fleeing the scene.

I worked all night at the 7-11, so I would come home and start tokin' on some Thai stick at about 8 o'clock in the morning. I was sitting in the living room, drifting away, when the door bell rang. I hid the pipe and stick, and opened the door. There were two police detectives there to interview my bud about the robbery. I had no choice but to let them in.

The room WAS FULL OF SMOKE AND THE SWEET, SWEET SMELL. The detectives walked in and immediately turned and looked at each other, and then to me. One of 'em said, "If there is any dope around here, I just don't want to see it. Okay?"

I was scared shitless and said, "Oh, no. There's no dope around here." He says again, "Okay, I just don't want to see it, you understand." "Yes sir," I replied and went and got my friend so they could interview him.

They knew and didn't do anything about it!

But that was 1977. Different world.
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Ariana Celeste Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 09:09 PM
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8. Oh, man..
Edited on Fri Feb-25-05 09:11 PM by Ariana Celeste
I would have pissed my pants, for sure!

If you're talking about what I *think* you are talking about... that sweet, sweet smell calms me out of a panic attack every time! ;)

On edit: I'm probably thinking of something completely different, but what I said sticks.
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Floogeldy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 09:17 PM
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9. Thai stick
It was marijuana buds wrapped around a stick and then dipped in opium. It was really heavy. If I smoked too much, I would break out into a sweat and have to go to sleep.

Back then, were getting them for five bucks apiece and it only took three or four hits to wipe you out good. :hippie:
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Ariana Celeste Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 09:24 PM
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10. Then I was half right!
I haven't tried that! Then again, I haven't been in the scene long, lol. Seperately, of course, :hippie: .

Nothing smells sweeter, especially mixed with the scent of Nag Champa!
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miss_kitty Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 10:20 PM
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12. Thai stick was dipped in Opium?
No wonder it was such a mind fuck. I would get incredibly paranoid after a couple hits...
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Floogeldy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Feb-26-05 12:23 AM
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15. Yes it was
Now you know.

Beautiful, by any measure.

:hippie:
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tridim Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 08:51 PM
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3. In college.. (lots of stories begin like that huh?)
Edited on Fri Feb-25-05 08:56 PM by tridim
I had just left a party that was busted 30 minutes later by undercover cops who were AT the party. About 6 of my friends were arrested and charged with MJ possession. I would have been too had I not left early. Pheww!
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miss_kitty Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 08:54 PM
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4. my now-dead friend and I were smoking hash at the U District
Edited on Fri Feb-25-05 08:55 PM by miss_kitty
Street Fair, in, I don't know, 1978, 1979. We were in some alley that opened up into a parking lot. The beat cops, Slow Bob and his partner come strolling around the corner as I am deeply toking. I put the pipe down and try not to cough it out, but it slipped out a little bit. Slow Bob turns to his partner and says to him "I don't know Jack. That looked pretty tricky to me." They both laughed, turned around and left.
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Jamastiene Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 08:59 PM
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5. Back in the summer of 1991 (this is long but funny)
A couple of musician friends of mine got together at my house to record an improv demo. Afterward, we were taking one of my friends home, when I got this idea that was more of a joke than for real. It was like 1:00 a.m. and I casually suggested we go to Charlotte and find some bored DJ to see if he'd play it. I should have known that "Chuck" would put his turn signal on and turn right and drive all the way to Charlotte.

We were about 1/3 of the way there and the blue lights went off behind us. Chuck said oh shit I have a joint right beside the registration in the glove compartment. The cop of course asked him for his registration. Chuck somehow made his hands more long and lanky than normal while he was digging for the registration. It hid the joint for the time being. The cop took him back to his car while the other friend and I discussed what we should do with the joint in case Chuck screwed up with the officer, as we expected him to do. He was notoriously ditzy.

All of a sudden it dawned on me that there was a metal strip right along the edge of the roof of the car. I suggested we stick it there to make it less, I don't know, obvious. It worked. Sure as the world, it was hidden well enough that they didn't find it.

We ended up breaking down in Charlotte and spending the night walking the streets. I had a stye on my eye and it was swollen shut. I had no shoes on (and Charlotte's streets are always under construction with those granite rocks and broken bits of concrete everywhere), just shorts and a tee shirt. My hair and makeup was total punk and we live in an area where back then punk was unheard of. My other friend didn't have much on either. Chuck didn't even have a shirt on. We walked the streets of Charlotte. What was funny was that we looked so rough that this guy who was obviously a pretty rough guy saw us and crossed to the other side of the street. I mean it was one weird night. We had to pool all our clothes together to get one of us dressed enough to be accepted into Applebe's to get something to eat. My mother refused to let my aunt use her car to come and get us. I had to tell my aunt where I kept my emergency cash, which was also where I kept certain other unmentionables, how embarrassing, so she could rent a car to come and get us. We finally sat outside Camelot, not sure what it is called now, and disposed of the joint the proper way. My aunt arrived to carry us home. My feet were sore for weeks after that from all the cuts and bits of broken glass, concrete, and granite I walked on all night long.

All in all, it was a night I will never forget. At the time, it seemed crazy and scary and just like bad luck. We never did get to a DJ to ask them to play the tape we made. Damn, I knew we forgot something. Damn. I can't believe I we forgot. Well, here it is all these years later and I just remembered why we went to begin with. Does that say what kind of trip that was? I love it.

Thanks for asking this question. I needed to remember something way fun and good that happened to me.
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Floogeldy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Feb-26-05 01:38 AM
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17. Wow
"All of a sudden it dawned on me that there was a metal strip right along the edge of the roof of the car. I suggested we stick it there to make it less, I don't know, obvious. It worked. Sure as the world, it was hidden well enough that they didn't find it."

That is fantastic. Very good fast thinking.

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ben_thayer Donating Member (344 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 09:01 PM
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6. 3 close ones...
1. Almost identical with Floogs, only at the Canadian border. They missed a fat ounce of Colombian that was in my backpack. Last time I ever tried to cross while holding!

2. Pulled over while driving to work one night with a 1/2 oz of blonde kif. Swallowed it. Went down REALLY hard and got it down just as the cop walked up to the window. They did a pat-down and a cursory vehicle search then let me go with a ticket. Half hour later I was at work getting off BIGTIME! It got so heavy I had to go home and go to bed! YOW!

3. Seeing a friend off at the airport, and didn't realize I would have to go through a metal detector to see him to the boarding gate. I had a small hash pipe and a film canister of Thai in my coat pocket that I forgot about until the metal detector went off. Cold sweats as the good-looking airport security woman took me aside for a search. She reached in my pocket, pulled out the pipe and canister. Put it back in my pocket. Then she LAUGHED and said "Get outta here!" Almost made me believe in a benevolent supreme being!

:evilgrin:

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Merrick Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 09:40 PM
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11. A bunch... here's a few
Edited on Fri Feb-25-05 09:43 PM by Merrick
1. After cops broke up the high school party some friends and I were at, a bunch of us loaded the beer we'd yet to drink into my friend's truck and set out. About three blocks down we were pulled over (shocker) and my friends in the front tried, to no avail, to conceal the beer with their feet. After detaining us for about 30 minutes I couldn't hold my water anymore and asked an officer if he'd mind if I went. This incurred an immediate sobriety check which I failed miserably, but thanks to the fact that they only had two cars and they were already filled with my other friends, they let me and two other lucky ones walk home.

2. Another time a couple friends of mine were getting high on some dirt backroad in the middle of the night when we heard a car. We tossed the stuff in a bush just as the cops pulled over a ridge and spotted us. Our assertion that we were "just hanging out" didnt seem to convince them, but after searching the brush for about ten minutes and coming up dry, and after we refused to give into their 'just come clean with us and it'll go a lot easier' stuff, they just told us to get out of there and left.

3. This one's pretty good. I'd gone to a party in San Diego where a couple of friends of mine ended up getting jumped by some mexican gang bangers on the way to 7-11. When I came home, I told my mother the story as it happened, minus the party and shifting the location to our local 7-11 (because I'd neglected to mention that we were going to a party in SD that night). So, despite my urgent entreaties not to, she calls the cops to report it and the fuzz drops by. Anyway, they listen to us, and after a few minutes seem skeptical. Something doesnt fit. I forget what it was exactly, but I just remember staring at the ground feeling royally fucked until my friend pulled something out of his ass that reconciled things enough and they eventually left. The kicker is, my friend told me later that he recognized one of the cops - he'd detained him and another guy on the aforementioned dirt road (my friend had weed, the other meth) about 2 weeks prior but again, couldn't produce the evidence, so was let go.

And my mom still thinks I was the "good kid". the only difference between me and my sister was that she always got caught.
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Floogeldy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Feb-25-05 11:59 PM
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13. THANK YOU ALL for the wonderful, wonderful stories.
Memories of times gone by, and times that haunt society daily.

Floog
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Digit Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Feb-26-05 12:18 AM
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14. Well, I was not smoking at the time, but this is funny about Gerald Ford
I was dating a guy who lived next door to Gerald Ford, who was the Speaker of The House at the time. My boyfriend's family had just purchased the house and my boyfriend and I noticed these huge pot plants growing right next to the front door. They were about 4 ft tall at the time. Ah, they looked so fine, but we had both given it up. We both knew what they were and unfortunately, his sister got rid (?) of the plants. It cracks me up thinking that these plants were in full view of anyone who pulled up to Gerald Ford's home.

My boyfriend and his sister were pretty wild. I can remember George jumping off the roof nude into his pool on numerous occasions. Somehow, I don't think the Ford's were happy with their new neighbors.
We would sit on his hill and watch Ford's limo pull up and chant, F Hoover and stuff like that.
Ah, I have some grand memories for an old lady. Just don't tell my daughter I did that stuff!
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HarukaTheTrophyWife Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Feb-26-05 12:37 AM
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16. Some choice ones...
I used to always hang out at this one bar. It was a hangout for all my coworkers on Tuesday nights. We work at a health food store, so we tend to smoke up. So, I go outside and smoke a bowl with some people then head back inside. Meanwhile, the bartender tries to "tell me something important" but gets distracted. The chef went out to his car to get some gum and never comes back. The next day we find out that as was going outside, four police cars come screeching into the lot with no headlights. He thought taking a stick of gum out of his car and heading back inside would look suspicious so he just left. I guess the bartender was warning me about the cops.

I was arrested on a DUI...with a wallet-full of cocaine. The cops searched the car, but not me. Meanwhile, just about every smooth surface in that car was covered with cocaine residue. I was freaked out, so I flushed it all in the station bathroom.

Over the summer, I worked for a theatre company and recieved housing as part of my salary. The whole company was notoriously partiers. I lived in a 2-family house. I was on the 1st floor apt with two other people who officially lived there and one girl who lived on the couch. We would have parties daily. People in and out 24-7. Pot smoking on the porch all the time. People doing lines in the living room, the whole deal. 5am one day, a cop lets himself into the house. He wakes up the girl on the couch and tells her that we had our garbage cans on the curb too early and a neighbor complained. He had her go move them against the house.
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