DOSE:

0.5 joints/cigs

smoked

Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

135 lb

Why I Hate Pigs

Last night me and my friend smoked a joint in our room at about 12:30. 30 minutes later I heard a knock on the door. My roommate opened the door and saw a piggie RIGHT IN THE FUCKING DOOR. The room at this point still smelled worse than cheech and chong's car. He said he smelled pot. My roommate said he didn't have a clue what it was but then the cop asked to speak to me.

So I, high as a kite, got out of bed and talked to the cop. Maybe I had a chance before. But after he saw my blood red eyes I knew I was fucked. So I say 'yea me and my friend smoked a small joint earlier.' He gave me two choices, I could give him all the weed and he'd leave.... Or he could call for a warrant and prosecute criminal charges.

So I open my desk and take the weed out (50 bucks worth of chronic) and hand it to him. But he wasn't 'happy', 'was that another bag I saw in there'. I told him it was empty which it was. He then came in and searched the entire desk. Now I was really fucked, I had two pipes, a scale, a grinder, two sets of rolling papers, and a roach. When he found a scale I told him I used it so I wouldn't get ripped off. The pig didn't believe this but he gave me the benefit of the doubt. Then he opens up the bottem part of my desk. In there I had an ENTIRE BOX of ziplock baggies. Now I was really fucked!

After a long pause to force my clouded mind to come up with a reason, I told him 'my dealer gives it to me by hand'
'By hand'
'Yea it's kind of annoying...' (I paused here for a second, no reason except that I was baked) '... Uh.. Yea also in those cigarette things, you know, um' (At this point I forgot what I was talking about and paused for at least half a minute.) 'the covering, before you open it, the meta... Yea the plastic covering'. At this point I was saved by god, it was truly a miracle).
'Oh hm, I confiscated one of those yesterday, never had seen em before.'
'Well yea they're pretty common, everybody in l----- uses them' (I don't have a clue why I was telling him I know all about how people sell pot)
'So I can take a look in your closet too, right?'
'Yea sure, there's nothing in it'
'Oh shit there isn't anything in there.' The cop was incredulous after this, he definitely expected to find an ounce or something in there.

But luckily the piggie had a bit of humanity in him and didn't give me a ticket. Instead he piled every pot related thing he had found in his evidence bag (a total of TWO HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS worth of shit), then left. I also had a half of a bottle of goldschlager in my backpack, but luckily he never searched it. Thank god for small miracles.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 66521
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Aug 30, 2017	Views: 1,694
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