This morning my friend had a bowl of some pretty good skunk, and I had a bowl of some alright indica. She was saving the good stuff for when her friend got up there, so we went behind the little building thing (it's kind of hard to describe my busstop, but it's in a park and there's this building we sit at), and started torchin' it. It was a fat bowl and we were pretty fried.
We were just sitting there in front of the building smoking a cigarette when a cop car pulled up. Luckily it was on the other side where my friend saw it and warned us. I tossed my cig but still had seeds with me. They said they'd received a call saying some teenagers were smoking "cigarettes or maybe marijuana". They said they could smell cigs but not pot (thank god tobacco smells so strong), and we said some old ladies were up here smoking. So they asked us some more questions, asked where we lived (we were both tweaking the hell out) to scare us I assume, and then basically said "It's your word against theirs so we're gonna let you go". Phew! Then the girl's friend finally got up there but we didn't want to risk the good stuff so we smoked three blunt stubs between like four people and got even more high.
Then at school they drug-searched us! With dogs! I didn't get searched but my friend did. She stuck the bud in her bra and the dog barked when she walked by, but they couldn't legally search her because she's a minor.
And tomorrow we're probably gonna smoke the last of her bud too.
As my ghetto friend said after the cops left, "damn yo y'all niggahs
hot!" I think "hot" is black slang for risky or sketchy . . . I've barely gotten over figuring out white stoner-speak, the ghetto stuff is so much more complicated