I was with my friend Kevin one night back in 2012 sometime. It was a summer night, and he was driving us around in the suburbs, and we were looking for somewhere to smoke weed. We found a bench and parked near it and got out and sat on it, we began packing a bowl to smoke it.
We took a few hits, and very soon, a cop car pulled up flashing it's lights. My first instinct was to lay down flat on my back on the ground, with my head up. As if that was somehow going to hide me. I suppose I was attempting to either melt into the earth, or disguise myself as the grass, to be left unseen. Kevin soon told me to get the fuck up and run with him into the abyss of tall weeds.
Some cops yelled at us to come back, and we did not. We ran deeper into the weeds and I lost a flip flop, I was upset about this. Kevin and I were scared and kept going further and further into the weeds.
We were far enough into the weeds to not be seen, and to see the car. The cops did not follow us into the weeds, and we waited a few more minutes and they eventually left.
Kevin and I retreated back to his car, and drove off. For some reason, Kevin felt like driving further into the neighborhood, as to not immediately leave the scene of the crime, onto the streets. I believe that was his logic. He was driving us around this neighborhood, and I was panicking that the cops were going to find us near the scene of the crime.
Finally, Kevin left the neighborhood, and we went over to our friend Kyle's house. I also had a bag of beer in Kevin's car, and was excited to drink them when we got to Kyles, and reduce the anxiety of what we'd just escaped.
We got there as Kyle was walking out to get some food. He told us to wait there as he would be back in a few minutes with his food. I was very stressed out and anxious, I felt that drinking a beer would calm my nerves a bit. So Kevin and I sat on the curb, I cracked open a beer by myself as Kevin did not want one.
I was about half way through my beer and a cop car pulled into the parking lot that we were sitting in. I put my beer down, grabbed the bag of the rest of them and began walking away.
"Hey, where are you going?" The cop asked. Kevin was in front of me, walking away, but he soon turned around to talk to them. "We are just waiting for our friend!" Kevin called back, I tried to grab him and prevent him from talking to them and was unsuccessful. I put my bag of beer, which had my weed inside that bag, down behind a car.
The cops came after us upset and demanding things from us. "Sit down, why were you walking away from us?"
I didn't have much of an answer for him. Kevin was not doing anything, so he was upset, because I was the one doing illegal things. They questioned us, and I was very pissed off, I thought they were going to give us drinking and or possession tickets. I also had my bowl in my pocket and was scared they were going to find it.
I thought to myself, "I don't care if they put this on my record, I'm gonna move to L.A. one day and be rich and famous, maybe I'll do porn and make a bunch of money."
One of them found the bag of beer I put behind the car, and they lectured us for awhile. Our friend Kyle walked passed them with his food, and I imagine was quite surprised that we managed to get in trouble with the cops in the short time he spent getting his food. They never searched us, and allowed us to go hang out with Kyle without giving us tickets.
We went up to Kyle's apartment, and sat on a bed with a piece of paper on it with a big pile of broken up weed on top of it. I scooped it up with the bowl that I had in my pocket the whole time. I began smoking it with a racing heart beat, upset that they had taken away my ability to get drunk that night, and scared about almost having been arrested.