Pulled over on my birthday, while my friend was driving. They searches the vehicle, because they said the smells alcohol. I was in the backseat. They got as all out ofthe car and searched us. Illegally I'm assuming. They found a baggy in the back. And they found an old piece of bud, under the drivers seat.
For some fucking reason they just let us go.
Also the whole time i was tripping on some rolls. Had took 2 that day.
...huh. I don't know if this is the most terrifying situation I've been in, I can think of others where my life was in more danger or I was scared for my loved ones, but this is what came to mind after reading yours.
So like 7 years ago I was chilling and smoking with a couple friends on a bench on this tennis court in a local park in our neighborhood, something that up until now we did almost twice a week without any kind of issues or heat at all.
So we get into this little discussion about what we would do if we saw some cops pull up right then. One friend goes "oh we could just go GTA on 'em!" We chuckled. I go "we could just lay flat on the ground, they'd never be able to see us from here!" (...?) More chuckling. Then my other friend gets all serious and says "you know what guys, seriously, if we see some cops right now, we just grab all the shit, and we bolt. We know this neighborhood better than they ever will, they'd never find us." We all kind of nodded fake-seriously, then burst out laughing some more. It was one of those dumb-fuck high conversations where in your mind you feel like you'll become a superhero at the drop of a hat if the moment calls for it.
So then of course
a police car pulls up, lights on. Two cops get out holding flashlights and start making their way up the parking lot toward the tennis court. We looked at each other like we had become underground freedom fighters in some kind of fascist uprising.
My friend just bellows out, eaaaaasily loud enough for the cops to hear, "
GO! STICK TO THE PLAN!" and the three of us just take the fuck off. The cops start running after us and in my mind they've always drawn their guns when I think back on it, but I could be imagining this detail. Anyway they chase us and I am running faster than I ever have and we spill out into the backyards and alleys of my neighborhood.
We keep moving, never use any of the major intersections. At one particular juncture (we were trying to make our way to my friends house which would have been empty and he had a car), we decide to cross this canal rather than go out into the street, after my second friend gets into the water and past this little rowboat docked there (you couldn't see them anymore), I see a flashlight swing around the corner of the house we were in back of and I take off in the other direction, hoping that if any cops saw me I'll be leading them away from my friends at least.
So now I'm separated from my friends. I'm too scared to make any noise at all to even try calling them until hours later. I'm just sticking to the backyards in my neighborhood (there are a lot of lakes and canals and some have bridges or pipes you can walk on, it's easy to get anywhere on foot without touching the street). Every once in a while when I'm near a major street I peer around the corner of the house- more and more cop cars are streaming into my neighborhood. I counted 7 in a 15-minute period though of course I could have been counting the same ones twice if they were circling.
I hid out in the shadows in my neighborhood for 5 hours. Along the way I stashed the baggie I had on my under these two accent rocks in someone's lawn, so I wouldn't have anything on me if I did end up caught. At about 4:00AM, I stopped seeing lights on the street and finally exited the back alleys. They seemed to have given up so I went home totally shaken up and marveling at how lucky I was.
One of the cops had seen my car parked near the park (not in a driveway) and run my plates, so they'd shown up at my parents house and hung out for an hour while the rest were searching my neighborhood for us. They had nothing to actually charge me with of course so he just ended up leaving. Got into a world of trouble with my parents of course, and they sort of told me my chances at any kind of enjoyable future were over, but it worked out alright.
A few weeks later it was my birthday, and a bunch of my friends were over. I told them all this story just like I told it to you, then we all walked down to the house I'd left the baggie at and retrieved it from under the rock. Felt good. I can't believe I got out of that situation without getting arrested or shot, let alone without losing my bud.
Looking back I can't believe it's something that really happened. In my mind it's like I'm watching it from a third person view like a movie. I don't know why the fuck we thought running was a good idea. I bet barely anything would have even happened to us if we'd just talked to the cops in the first place.
