Dashing From The Cops
Written by: Chris
So my buddy calls me up around 11pm on a Saturday wanting to burn a few blunts down at a park close to his place. Me being a pot lover, I take him up on his chill and I start heading to his place. I had recently started chopping to the locals so I had a dank half-o tucked in my pocket, not knowing what went down that afternoon. Turns a guy got stabbed to death a few blocks away from my buddy`s place.
As I'm crossing the road, i could almost smell pig. I turn around and a cop is right there flashing his lights at me. MY first instinct? BOOK IT! I ran to the closest fence which was a good 20 meter dash and jumped it. For the cop to get to where I was at he had to cruise around a few blocks because he was too lazy to bring his fat ass over the fence.
After running a good 1/4 kilometer I barge into my buddy's place almost passed out. I tell my buddy what happened and he starts laughing uncontrollably. A few minutes later all you could here is a symphony of pig sirens around the area. All we could do is laugh as we puffed on our blunts. A good way to start off the weekend.
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