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It was a sunny day in early July. Everything was going pretty well, as I had just gotten off work and was in the mood for a little herbal relaxation. I called a few of my friends, but because of my poor timing the five people I called were either low on funds or out of herb. Overall, I was screwed.
As the day dragged on into afternoon, desperation started to sink in. Then, around 3 o'clock it hit me. A friend of mine who lived down the street from me -- who I knew from my high school days -- was a smoker himself. After a few wrong numbers I got from the phonebook, we got in touch and agreed on a place within walking distance to meet and smoke. Since I live in a small town, smoking in the woods is not uncommon. When we met up, we gave a quick look over our shoulders and hopped into the woods. We walked about 15 yards in and found a great place to sit and relax. We smoked some nice mid-grade herb from a double-blown glass pipe and everything was going pretty well. Within minutes I was feeling great without a care in the world.
We decided to sit in the woods for a few minutes, and in those few minutes we talked and actually got to know each other. We agreed we would have to hang out again, and he even sold me an excellent $20 sack. Apparently though, luck was not with us that day. As we exited the woods, a cop car only 50 feet down the road pulled over to the side when he saw us. As we turned to walk back towards Stony Creek (the section of town we live in) the cop pulled forward. We froze.
He asked us what we were doing in the woods and informed us that a woman walking her dog had reported seeing two teenagers walking into the woods and said she smelled marijuana. We both knew we were busted and we were too terrified to deny our activity. He asked us if we had been smoking and we admitted it. Our eyes were obviously bright red, and with that he searched us. He found the gram I had on me and the eigth my friend was carrying. He took us both to the police station and informed us that we were under arrest. My friend is still on probation to this day, but luckily I got off with a light sentence of community service.
To this day I can't believe that some old lady narked on me, but I guess I just wasn't careful enough. Though it will never be on my record, it was still the most traumatic experience I have ever been through. In the end though, I did make a new friend. I guess the lesson learned is YOU CAN'T TRUST ANYONE, and indoor smoking is much safer.