Screwed by a "friend"

Here's the scene: the year is 2002, its early june, and a 16 year old Jahmin is rollin' with some of his boys. Three of us have been smoking all day, the fourth guy picked us up in his car and we blazed out in there. We decide to go back to my house to chill. At the time, i was living with my parents, who live on some private property, complete with gate (it's nice, but not as nice as it sounds.) For some reason (probobly: we're stoned) we decide to smoke in the car while parked right OUTSIDE the gate (instead of inside.) That was stupid, but i knew cops never came down there (it's way the fuck in the boonies of maine) so who gives a shit right? My best friend (let's call him Al) switches seats with the driver-- I can't really remember why-- and we puff on a bowl for a little while. I'm in the back with the driver.

suddenly, headlights. we're all making sure we don't panic, there's no way its a cop, most likely somone on a burn ride, but we should get out of there either way so Al starts the car and drives up the road-- away from the gate. He's unfamiliar with the car, and doesn't realize the brights are on. Sure enough, it's a cop, and sure enough, he throws on the blue lights and pulls us over.

The kid in the passenger's seat (let's call him josh) has enough time to pack the weed and the pipe into his sack, which he packs into his pants. The cop comes to the window, asks Al for his liscense and registation. Al doesn't have a liscense. Uh-oh. The cop says he smells weed, which we deny of course, but it's got to be pretty obvious. he goes back to his squad car, talks to his partner, and then comes back.

"Alright, we're going to need you all to get out of the vehicle, one at a time." Al gets out first, and we watch out the back window as the cop pats him down, very carefully. Josh and I talk about what to do with the stash. we could hide it, but they're probobly going to search the car. The driver (let's call him derek) is stoned off his gord (his first time smoking) and totally freaked out. Josh decides-- agaisnt my advice-- that he can toss the pouch in the bushes when he gets out of the car.

The cop takes josh out, and as he's stepping out of the car, he drops the sack behind his back and kicks it with the back of his foot (like a hacky sack) and somehow the cop does not see it. Josh looks at me as he walks past the window and smiles. It looks like all we're going to get is a ticket for Al for driving with only a permit. I'm in the car with derek, trying to calm him down, telling him that Josh ditched the weed, we're safe. Then the cop takes me out next.

He pats me down (and i've got to say-- no other man has or will ever touch me like that.) while Derek sits in the car, alone. He must have talked himself into something or other while he was in there, because when he gets taken out of the car, he starts crying. The cop asks him why he's crying, and rather than saying something like he's scared or nervous or whatever, he cracks.

"Officer, we had, i think it's called a bowl? he threw it into the bushes."

the three of us are speechless. The cops make us search in the tall grass for the pouch, mag lights glaring down at us. Josh finds it and tries to toss it again, but the cop sees it too and we're cooked.

Me and Al ride back together in the cop car, (when the shit hits the fan you find out who your best homie is, and me and him were not going to be seperated) the other two in the other. My dad picks me up at the station a few hours later, complete with possesion, paraphenalia, and curfew violation. Thank god we were all underage and only got fines (but $500 is a lot at age 16). I've never seen Derek since that night, and he better hopes it stays that way.

Edit: Typo

 

Wow. I'm in shock and I wasn't even there and I don't know you at all. That's absolutely ridiculous. I would hope this kid never comes around you. I'm 16 right now and if someone pulled that shit on me and my friends I mean damn dude...damn. I'm speechless to be honest.

 

yeah, the one good thing that happened is that i foun out my dad didnt care, so after that i just always smoked at home lol. but, yeah, it was pretty much the shittiest thing that could ever happen.

 

"I've never seen Josh since that night, and he better hopes it stays that way."

Um... wasn't it Derek who narked?

 

oops. that's what i get for using puesdonyms. i'll edit it.

 

woowww..... thats so ridiculous. oh my god, if any of my friends ever did that to me...

 

Lol, thats just fucking retarded.

 

I would break his legs

no shitting you

 

fuck him up, narcs are the scum of the earth.

sympathy? tell the twat to be strong for once, not a fuckin pussy.

 

lol I read that, then scrolled down and saw your sig. Scary shit

And I think Derek is probably traumatized enough. What a shitty thing to happen on your first time smoking.

 

Thats fucked up. I'd be so fuckin pissed.

 

JESUS he cried?!!!!!

 

bahahaha

 

i dont even know what to say..

 

if someone did that to me, i dont care if they were crying, i'd punch theyr fuckin lights out

 

I hate stupid people and you all were in the clear and he cracks like that I lose him for sure.

link below is a picture of a 9.2Gram bud for $100US in San Francisco pot clubs one of 36 here and 140+in state for the "sick"

 

Woah, that's the lamest story I've heard in a long time... But that kinda goes to remind you that you have to smoke in safer places, or something...

 

Beautiful. Would love to get some of that ganja added to my stash.

 

lmao, he cried. wow. five stars for a hilarious story.

 

lmao what a pssy!