you think you're lucky? i was in Maine with a couple of my friends and my brother two summers ago. we went into a national park after hours, and we started smoking. we had 2 bowls and a bong, we were all pretty much blazing at the same time. all of a sudden a spotlight shined on the car and we shut the doors and my bro starts to drive off. the cop obviously saw us so i told my brother to pull over because we didn't want to get into a chase or anything. my friend in the back had a SHITLOAD of weed on him, and i had a bong on the floor by my feet; i was in the passengers seat. the cop comes over to us and asks what we were doing, i said we were skating, even though it was pouring rain out. the cop says that we're trespassing and that we need to leave, but he had that look on his face that he definitely knew what we were doing. he followed us home, up the drive way, and luckily, didn't come inside the house to talk to my mom. we lie to my mom and 10 minutes later she goes to get my cousin at the movies in the same car. we're freaking out, thinking the cop will be at the end of the driveway waiting for the car, and he will tell my mom everything. on top of that, my stupid ass friend left one of the bowls in the backseat. we freak out for twenty minutes until my mom finally comes home with my cousin, talking with us casually as if nothing ever happened. it really taught me a lesson, and i rarely ever smoke anymore, and if i do its at a friends house. sometimes people get lucky with this kind of stuff, like me, but others get shafted by the long dick of THE LAW.
sparknotes: smoking in a national park with some friends, cop sees us, follows us home, mom takes same car to go get cousin, friend leaves bowl in car, mom comes home, and everything is OK.
