I'm from Ottawa, specifically the west end, and since moving to the west I noticed, previously living downtown, that my new neighbourhood was completely free of any cops. So I took the advantage, and blazed pretty regularly out in a tiny park like two blocks from my house. Every so often, I would notice this lady standing in her window and staring in my general direction. I thought nothing of it, but I noticed that after a few times, she would see me and then pick up her phone, and then i'd dip pretty soon. Like 4 days before school started this past September, I was coming back from a friends, and I had a 5piece in my bag, a j, and a q i just picked up.(It was dense as fuck and I was wearing loose jeans, so I was able to fit it in my back pocket, between my ass and my wallet.) So I'm walking through the park, smoking and sit down to finish my j on the bench i usually sesh at. It's mid afternoon, and I didnt even think of that lady. 3 in the afternoon, I'm sure she's at work, or at least is occupied with something more than standing in her front window, narcing on kids. WRONG I just finish the joint, and I mean just finish the joint, when from behing these privacy bushes rolls out this patrol car. I have yet to see a cop car just driving around my hood, so I knew she snitched. Anyway, a cop gets out, come over and ask what I'm doing. I tell them I'm enjoying the good weather, and the cop asks me if I've been smoking. I rarely get slit-eyed or red eyes, and my coat stunk of shisha, so I wasnt worried about the smell. I tell him I havent been smoking. he tells me that the person who phoned 911 described me to a t, and that she also saw where I pitched the joint, like 4 feet from my foot. I give him my license and then he tells me he has probable cause, and searches my bag. So he tells me to put my hands on the bench while he looks in my bag, and lo and behold, finds my 5 piece. He finishes looking in my bag then tells stands up. I think FUCK, i'm next, he's gonna search me, find the q and im going to jail. Cops are pretty lenient in Ottawa sometimes. If you have minimal amount on you, they'll either just toss it, or a ticket. However, anything about 3gs, and they'll book you probably. Anyway he comes over, cuffs me, and sits me on the bench. By this time, I am on the verge from passing out, my heart rate is like 200, and I've got to keep some semblence that I dont have a q in my back pocket. I sit on the bench and he goes and checks my license in his car. By now I've noticed the lady in the window, beaming, enjoying this immensely. The cop comes back, and starts talking to me. He tells me that normally, he wouldnt have made a big deal about a tiny bit of weed/smoking a j, but that since someone complained to the police, that he had to do something. He told me I wasnt getting my 5 piece back, took the cuffs off and said that if "him or any of his colleagues" have to come back, it wont be so easy. I got my license back and started walking home. I got to the end of my street, and I had to sit on the curb for a good 10 minutes to fully process what had happened, and to get my heart rate down. Some scary shit.
This isnt really a bust story, but its just as good an example to illustrate the narcs in my neighbourhood. Last month, I was in a taxi, coming home from the hookah bar at around midnight, and I asked the cabbie to let me out at the top of my street. My street is fairly long, and from there to my house, I can burn a quick dub. So i make sure the taxi leaves, and i start walking down the street. I have the dub and a lighter in my hand, and just as i am about to put the j to my mouth, I hear this siren burst behind me, and i think "what the fuck man, god must hate me." i turn my head, theres a cruiser with its lights on like 20 feet behind me, i turn my head forward, slowly slip the j and light into my pocket and keep walking. I hear the siren again, I pretend to ignore it and just keep walking. I hear it one last time, and then the cop passes me. I'm kinda confused and sketched, and so i cut down a side street and see another cruiser go down my street. I go to another street, burn my dub and walk home. I get to my house, and the two cops are across the street from my house. They just busted two guys for smoking a J!!!! My neighbour across the street called the pigs, and they came, arrested both of them and took them away. It freaked me out. I keep thinking, what if I was two minutes earlier and had sparked that J. that would have been me being dragged to jail.
in my area (which is full of chavs) the police dont pay any attention to me because im middle class its brilliant.
The lady wasted valuable police time by calling 911? Who the hell calls 911 on some bud tokers? What a bitch, people could be getting shot or something! I know what you mean though, sometimes when I'm walking and smoking, these people always call the police from the other side of the street with their cell phone. I just give them the finger and peace, the cops don't usually come. The one time they came, I just peeled on the other side of a fence, silently... That sucks, I hope you break into that lady's house and hotbox it, lol!
I like this story because he didn't try to sensationalize anything and he typed everything out in a very legible manner.