It's a dangerous business walking out your front door, and its all over when ur busted by da copZ.
Well, it's all over. It was a long run, filled with stupidity, a hella-fun time, and regrets, but after more than 5 years of high evenings with burnt mornings, the time has come for me to put down the joint, the bong, the pipe and the blunt, and stop the addiction and affliction once and for all. A few friday's back, i think maybe the friday before the last week of school b4 winter break, Christian, Pablo and me decided to skip friday and get high. A friend of mine (who's name would be reckless to put on el intonet) was selling the last of his chronic before he re-uped. Me chris n pablo lingered in the park dug out and put the money under the trash can where later on, the dealer would pick it up. After some obvious disorganization (Warning number 1) , the deal was made, and we all got the bud and got a ride with one of chris's friends. After a semi-long drive we stopped at this place called Netsurf, a gaming cafe close to where i lived. It was convient, to say the least. After I crushed up the weed and carefully removed the foil from the gum wrapper, i went to the bathroom in the cafe and rolled a 25 into one joint. It was a beauty, the best joint i'd ever rolled. Christian, not to my suprise decided not to smoke, but pablo and me were more than up for it. We took a stroll, across the street and to a more-than-deserted area close to the cafe. We smoked, it burnt ever-so-slowly and hit like a gravity bong itching to make a point. After the toking we walked back to the cafe, but right when we walked in the manager of the deserted cafe stopped me and pablo. He apperantly thought there was "a leaf" in the bathroom that was some sort of drug (Warning number 2). I played it cool, acting as if i was angry that they would accuse ME of doing drugs. "There's a leaf," he said, "Yeah, maybe from my SHOE." "What were you doing in the bathroom?" "I WAS TAKING A CRAP!" i angrily shouted. "Okay, okay," he said, seeming slightly nervous from my overpowering tone, "if you were taking a crap, you were taking a crap." We sat down, i started playing CS as my heart was beating stranger and faster than usual, even for me being high it was fast (Warning number 3). My heart sunk into the bowels of my stomach when i saw the Manager of the entire strip mall enter. He went in there, came out, and was talking to the manager of the cafe. I slickly handed off the 10 of the but i had left to pablo, and told him to go to the bathroom and investigate, "Flush if necessary". He came back with a smile on his face, and told me that the so called "drug leaf" they thought was in the bathroom was a few leaves from a tree i had picked off earlier that day and placed on the sink. I felt great, rejuvinated if you will, and me and pablo started playing counterstrike again. We played my favorite map, Assault, i had back door, he had garage, it was a killer time and i didnt want it to end, but little did i know that later on that day, the time on the computer wouldnt be the only time running out for me. After we played, we all got in chris's friend's car and drove to the 7-11 close to killian, we wanted to go back to the park afterschool to see everyone and me and pablo had to catch the school buses to get home. Chris ate two hot dogs (-_-) and had a giant slushy. On the way toward the school there was a park, a big playground, that came before killian. We decided to lounge there for a few minutes. It was strangely calming, we laid our heads back and looked up to the 2:00 sky. We talked a little, but mostly just enjoyed the gushes of breeze that stroked our faces, almost as if on a beach watching the waves direct the wind toward our lazy, not-moving bodies. It was as if we knew what was going to happen next, as if we had some strange universal preminition of what was to come (Warning number 4), and we enjoyed the time we had before leaving. Walking back to school we walked as zombies, bodies loose, relaxed yet ready at the same time. A cop car drove by, but then again dozens had gone by the whole day, so why would this be any different (Final warning: Warning number 5). I had the 10 on me, i knew i did, so we were all a little spooked but when the car drove by and we saw that it hadn't turned around we were relaxed again. We're walking, all silent, faces aimed in the direction of the school, when that very same cop car pulled up behind us. "Hey, where you fella's going" the hispanic male cop said while stopping his car behind us. My heart jumped out of my chest, but then i relaxed. I felt strange...strange in an unknown sense, strange happy, but sad, at the same time. It was a feeling i couldnt put my finger on, but...i liked it. I felt good, i had been caught, we all had, but i would take the fall because i was the one who WANTED to get caught. I was sick of it all...the lies to my mother, the sneaking around, the burnt phase, and the overall struggle against my demons of marijuana, which turned out in the end not to be something good, but something cloaked in black velvet that attacked me at the most vulnurable and inopportune times in my life. I was caught, and it was over. The cop knew it to, he say it in the soul of my eye. He leaped up, threw me up against the car. "What you got, what you got," he shouted while attempting to search me. "Nothing, nothing," i said, purposely trying to show the cop how i was afraid of getting arrest, so i'd struggle. Thirty seconds into his search, he came across the pocket with the weed, he hadn't found it, but he would, so now before he did would be the best time to tell him i did have shit on me. "Alright, i got dope on me," i said solidly. Christian broke into tears, as pablo kept his cool but too looked in awe at me. "What kind of dope, coke?" the cop said, then i looked at him real hard and said "no, weed." He searched and found it, and put me in cuffs. Chris was still freaking, he might have been acting however, to gain pity from the cops. I noticed the cop inspecting the weed, and i thought to myself, i hope he cuts us a break, after all, it is only a 10. After the other cop, who was female, got done searching christian and pablo's bookbags, we all squeezed into the back of the cop car while the cuffs annoyed the hell out of me. When we drove past the school i thought we were all going up shit creak, i thought we were going to the jack, but we parked by the park by the school, and the hispanic dude cop pulled me out of the car. "Alright," he said, "since you only had a 10 on you, destroying this won't hurt anyone. So tear open the bag and crush up that pot." and i did it. It sucked, but i did it. After that, the female cop called our mothers and told them about the pot. The cops drove us all back to school and told Dr.Albury about us skipping, but thankfully kept the chron out of the picture. So, we all got a few days indoor, yadda yadda yadda, im grounded. But hey, its okay, im finally done with weed, at least until maybe college or when im an older man. But im finally done with it! COODO'S TO ME! even tho i deserve no props cause i had to get caught by cops in order to stop my own addiction. There were so many warnings by God, as i've posted throught this story. So hey folks, I QUIT! Looks like its alchohol and cigarettes for me for a while, at least until i can get used to the idea of quitting weed, PERMENENTLY. Peace people, and love homies.