Alright, so. This is a fairly old story of mine which took place way back when i first started smoking weed in Reading PA. I was living in a townhouse, nobody on my street had lawns. Just front door, to porch, to side walk, to street. Everyone on my street was very very social. Always outside playing music and just generally socializing with each other all the time. Because of this, the po-po got alot of trouble from this street so i guess they decided to patrol it much more often, however, at the time i was knew to Reading PA. So i wasn't aware of this fact, resulting in me smoking weed on the porch everyday out in the open walking up and down the side walk to chill with the neighbors.. granted, i wasn't the only one doing this. Alot of people smoked on their porch. But one day, i got pretty unlucky. I was smoking a blunt in front of my friends porch just chilling out and talking. When behind me in the street the police had passed me as i was exhaling some dank ass haze. I looked to my left and saw the cop car go down the street and was like "lol didn't even see me". The very second i said this.. the car made a sharp U-turn at the end of the street (im blazed out of my mind at this point). I was freaking out but kept my physical composure and calmly walked down my friends alley and into his back yard over to mine (we lived right next to each other). I go into my house and into my room upstairs. My first thought was "shit, i need to hide this blunt and change my clothes" (i guess to change my appearance so that they get confused and dont realize that it was me they saw). Bare in mind im really fucking high at this point.. i remember pacing back and forth, but everything beyond that was blank. I couldn't remember anything i had just done in my room. I knew i hid the blunt and changed clothes, but i dont remember doing it. And, it turned out the cops were never on to me. And i never found the blunt untill a week later. It was under a suitcase xD.
