As posted in the 420 forum...
"Alright as I right this I don't think I've ever been as mad in my life as I am right now. So it's the first night of February vacation, tomorrow I leave for 3 days at Sunday River and then later on I'll be at Loon for 5 days. So for Sunday River, I decided to pick up a nice bag to burn. I sacked up 50 dollars and got 4 grams of some high quality dank. So I drive myself and 3 other friends to McDonald's to meet up with this kid from school to pick up the trees.
So at about 7:30 we meet him there, I hop in his car quick, weigh out the bag and get back in mine to peace. So within 2 minutes of leaving McDonald's, I realize that there's an undercover cop car following me, so I take this random right turn to maybe shake him, but he still follows. One minute later he's got his lights on and pulls me over, fuck. I have a grinder, scale, chillum, and 4 g's of weed in my car, and I'm not even legal to drive other kids.
Police man comes up to the window and I ask him if there's a problem, try and stay in control of the situation. He says no, but asks me to get out of the car. I get out, but keep all my rights in mind, knowing that he has nothing against me to search the car. So immediately he asks what I was doing getting in and out of that kids car. I told him he goes to school with me and I was just getting a cell phone. He keeps asking and I keep telling him I was just getting a phone. He then pulls all of my other friends out of the car and questions them individually. By now theres 4 cop cars total just for me. Then he opens the door and starts looking under my seats, immediately I jump out and say that I don't consent to any searches. The other cops flip out at me and tell me that because I'm not old enough to drive other people then that gives them the right to search my car. I didn't know how to combat that so I just said wtf.
After he talks to all my friends he comes up to me and tells me that one of them said that I had bought weed, and I have one chance to go get it or he will arrest me. Now here's where I made my tragic flaw, keeping in mind that 2 of the kids in the car don't smoke and I could see them saying that, I go in and get the 4 g's and hand it over. He puts me in the back of his car and questions me a little bit more. After about 40 minutes total, he let's me go, with no court date, but with no 4 g's. He asks for my home phone number which I gave to him and called my parents. I just got home about 15 minutes and my parents are pretty fucking pissed, since this is the first time I've actually been caught with weed. Now I can't go to Loon at all, I have no weed, I got my cell phone taken away, and a lot of other shit too.
Well I guess that's it and I really wish I had a blunt or something to just smoke the pain away but now I gotta go pack all my shit in the car to wake up at 5:30 am for Sunday River tomorrow. Peace niggas."
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