The Worst Buzzkill
Written by: JP
One night about 10 PM I decide to walk to the local Wal Mart for a pack of smokes. As I'm leaving the store and hitting up the coke machines I hear "Yo James!" I turn around and a friend I hadn't seen in over a year pulls up. I ask what's up and he hangs this thick joint out the window and asks if I want a courtesy toke. Well hell yeah I do! So I climb in the front seat and John climbs in the back. Joe is driving. So for the next four hours I had 3 joints, 2 bowls, and a blunt. We stop at a BP station for some gas and smokes and head back to Wal Mart. Little do we know that the gas station attendant called the cops and said we smelled like weed. (If I was the cop I would have wanted to know how that dood knew what weed smelled like.) So we get to Wal Mart and John gets ready to climb out and a cop pulls up a few spaces down from us. I turned to Joe and said "Dood, I live right up the road, fuck this shit. Just take me home." Before we even make it out of the parking lot the cop pulls us over. Joe gets busted with an ounce he bought off of John. When they search the car they find this big orange duffel bag FILLED with pot. Like 5lbs of pot man. They dumped it on the hood and I about shit. Joe and John told the cops that it was their weed and I had just gotten in the car and didn't know it was there. So I got off the hook, but it's cool, 'cause I helped make back the money they lost on that bust. I hate that feeling you get when a cop pulls you over and your heart drops 5 million feet in a split second. Worst buzzkill known to man.
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