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I'm sitting in the car outside the truck rental office with my friend, waiting for my mom to get her truck (She's moving to washington)...I see a Piccolo Pete sitting near the dash, and stupidly push in the cigarette lighter, light it, and toss it right outside. Piccolo Petes scream really loudly and let off alot of smoke, but no explosion. My mom comes outside and gives me a "What the fuck was that" look, and I just keep a straight face....until I hear a siren behind me - I lit the shit off 20 feet away from an undercover detective who was driving by.
He gets out, comes up to the car and says "That wasn't very smart, was it?" and I reply with "No, No it wasn't". At this point I am shitting a fucking brick because It's my friends car and I remembered theres about 50 pins and 300 bucks of juice in the trunk...
The cop makes us get out and stand against the fence, asks me if I have anymore firecrackers then says he is calling for backup as standard procedure for searching the car - and if I was lying about not having anymore fireworks he was going to arrest me.
Anyways the backup officer comes along and the detective searches the car...can't open the trunk so he has my friend open it for him. I am literally thinking that I am going to be in jail for a few weeks...I kept my cool and the officer leaves the trunk and then comes over to frisk me and my friend to make sure we have nothing on us, then lets me off without a warning.
The stuff was inside a cardboard box and I guess he just didn't open it, good thing my friends car was a fucking mess or else I'd be in jail right now fending off large African Americans.
As a side note, when he frisked me then my friend, my friend said "He frisked my genitals"....LOL.
Homeboy didn't touch my genitals.
Moral of the Story: Don't fuck around when you've got juice in your car.
He gets out, comes up to the car and says "That wasn't very smart, was it?" and I reply with "No, No it wasn't". At this point I am shitting a fucking brick because It's my friends car and I remembered theres about 50 pins and 300 bucks of juice in the trunk...
The cop makes us get out and stand against the fence, asks me if I have anymore firecrackers then says he is calling for backup as standard procedure for searching the car - and if I was lying about not having anymore fireworks he was going to arrest me.
Anyways the backup officer comes along and the detective searches the car...can't open the trunk so he has my friend open it for him. I am literally thinking that I am going to be in jail for a few weeks...I kept my cool and the officer leaves the trunk and then comes over to frisk me and my friend to make sure we have nothing on us, then lets me off without a warning.
The stuff was inside a cardboard box and I guess he just didn't open it, good thing my friends car was a fucking mess or else I'd be in jail right now fending off large African Americans.
As a side note, when he frisked me then my friend, my friend said "He frisked my genitals"....LOL.
Homeboy didn't touch my genitals.
Moral of the Story: Don't fuck around when you've got juice in your car.
