So my friend's boyfriend got back into town today with a new pipe. This thing is a good 16" long and hits pretty frickin' well. Anyways, we decided to get in his car and go for a drive through downtown Portland. The car is getting pretty hazy and we're all pretty well fucked when we pull over in front of our dorm for one more bowl before heading back. We're midway through smoking it when this cop car pulls over on the side of the road. We all kind of said "oh shit!" at the same time. We just sat there trying to look inconspicuous while the cop walks into the door to our right. J, the guy driving, decides to get away while the cop is out of sight and right as we start to pull out, the cop walks out and stops on the curb, waiting for us to pass by him. We assume this means he's about to fuck our shit up so we just stop and continue trying to look incospicious. He looks at us and just nods with his arm for us to go. We all give a half-smile and a little wave to him as we drove off in our hazy car.
I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life, haha.
Long story short, we hotboxed my friends car in downtown Portland and we nearly ran over a cop with our hazy car. All is good though, as I'm fuckin' blazed.
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