alright this is a good story -so ill start from the begining me and a couple of my boyz was chillin out n' got some bud (im not really a gangsta) but n e way they decided they would go pick up one of their friends so when we get there the kid climbs out his window and into the car so we hotbox the car for a couple of hours or until we cant remember how to pack ne more and we park the car up at my house and when we go to see if every one is asleep at my house i see these headlites comein up really bright ones (like a cop spotlight) so we just start runnin through the woods behind my place -ditch the drugs behind some dead tree and we hide for about 10 mins -until we see flashlights. so we run some more. and at this point my buddies are seein imaginary cops and im questioning if this is real or not -after about 20 mins of hiding and running i hear my dad call out my name and im just like "im fucked" so i turn us in and sure enough when i walk up and i see the pig skin (uniform) and he says some shit like you worthless shit bags out here smokin dope and i dont say shit then follows my buddies -cuz they dont know there way around my woods but it turns out the cop is that kids dad who sent out a missing persons shit and they could smell the shit in the car (without opening the door) but they couldnt doo shit cuz it was on my property but my dad was kinda pissed how fucked up is that? i wanna hear some stories about runnin from the cops high as fuck
Once i was smoking in the woods accross the street from my high school, it was during a football game around 8 PM but it was pitch black. I am a freshman at this time with other freshman maybe one sophomore and we are all pretty paranoid. We smoke a few bowls out of my personally made Kazoo Pipe (i loved that thing) then we decide to go to the baseball field (one entrance on exit gated). We go to the dugout and smoke some more as i go off on a tangent about how the situation reminds me of fast times at ridgmont high. I turn around to tag "surf nazis" on a wall and my friends start freaking out about how they saw a flashlight. We left the dugout and i saw the flashlight as well, so we ran the other way. Then we saw another flashight the way we were running. We knew it was either the cops surrounding us or an alien lifeform attemting to kidnap us. We all were hoping for the aliens. We ditched all of our drugs and paraphenalia; weed, pipes, a full flask, some pills. And we decidided to just run past the cop, he couldnt catch us all,yeah that makes plenty of sense, tell him we were just out for a jog. SO basically we charge this guy about six teenagers running straight towards him, it really felt like that scene from braveheart, and of course one of my friends begins his battle cry. As we approach the light we realize that its not a cop at all but an old man walking his dog, and boy was he scared as shit. We just ran past him though and went back to the game. Poor guy with his flashlight and yorkie, we probably scared the piss out of them. Thank god it wasnt a cop because the running and battle cry probably would have tipped him off to the fact we were pretty high. After we went back to the game we doubled back to pick up our paraphenalia. And discuss our own stupidity at great length.
lol when im ripped. i CANT run. its physically impossible. i can sort of jog, but like, not really. most of my shit is real indica heavy so that may have something to do with it.
thats a good one and i run all the time when im fucked up but only really fucked up if you cant remember your name and your walkin, you dont know where, dont know why, and think you hear shit you start runnin and when one of your buddies starts running you better run too
that was a great story, loved it one time i was just hittin a pipe by myself behind a stadium, and its totally dark and the place is closed. suddenly i hear the sound of tires on gravel and lights roll around the corner. so im like SHIT and i book it to a nearby fence to climb it and run. so i scrap over the fence, cutting my arm, and when i land on the other side this fucking dog comes straight at me, barking and snarling and shit. i figured i'd take the cops over the dog and practically leapt over that fence, and laid down on the grass until the cop went away.
oh man that had me loughing so hard, because i could just envision all you cats running. It also triggers a memory of my own where i was running, actually a lot of memories. I remember when i was 16 i always had to run home stoned and drunk because i was always running late, it tottaly sobered me up,the running that is, well some of the time anyway. I remember one time especially, it was new years and i was at a little shindig with my freinds and it was around 1:30-2 o clock and i thought i should probably head home so the folks dont get too pissed (i told them i was out with a buddy of mine watching fireworks at the lakefront and i told them it was going to be late.) well i start to head out of the party and i was 16 at the time so i wasnt soposto be on the street after 11. I see the cop car so i start running the fastest (it seemed) in my whole life up these HUGE set of stairs, i mean gigantic. My heart was pounding a million times a minute, but i sort of enjoyed the edronaline that electricly surged through me. Well long story short i got up at the end of the stairs and i look back, and its not a cop car at all. I bet those ppl in the car knew i was fucked up because when their lights hit me i jus ran off like a deranged antelope.
omfg sorry to bring up old stuff but i lmfao'd so hard at the story of the guys at the baseball field runnin from the aliens lol
