Joined: Jul 19, 2008
Sun Jul 20, 2008 6:17 am
It was Sunday morning, and I was still awake and half stoned after my first real acid trip.
I was back home drinking some coffee and reading the paper, when a story caught my eye. It said something about a espresso shop being robbed the day before by two people that closely matched mine and my friends description.
I thought to myself, that would be messed up if we got the blame for it.
I called that friend up, we smoked, and headed north to some other friends house.
Not two blocks from my house, we saw a dozen or more cop cars parked all over the place.
My friend was panicking, saying not to look at them since we had weed in the truck.
I thought it would be suspicious not to look, so I did, and they were looking strait at us.
Another two blocks down the road, we looked behind us, and all the cops were following US!@#
I ditched the weed at the bottom of a bag of chips, and we pulled over at a local tire place.
The cops all jumped out of their cars shouting, "Put your hands on the dash!" over and over.
My friend complied, but I thought he was saying get out of the car.
I started for the door handle and got a gun shoved in my face, with more shouting to get my hands on the dash. My friend said "dude get your hands on the dash!". I'm like oh shit, and do it.
They ask our names and take our IDs, and tell us to wait right there.
I hear one of the cops saying, "Its not them, we got the wrong guys."
They come back, throw our wallets in the truck and all take off at once without saying a word, while we still have our hands on the dash, wondering what the hell happened and if we were free to go!
After about 5 minutes, we finally took off.