I have two not so scary run-ins with cops.

First I was probably 17, and I was smoking a blunt with three other people. Two were my buddies, the other was an acquaintance. We're standing on this bridge not far from my one buddy's house, smoking said blunt. Now, we weren't the smartest, we were smoking in plain view. Maybe half way through the blunt, a cop rolls up. Every single light in the car was off. No headlights, no inside lights, nothing. The guy I was staying with said, "Fuck, cops". We started walking away, and the cop just slowly rolled away. That cop was cool. Got no problem with that guy.

The second time, I was with my good friend Will. I just got back from ice fishing that day, I was really tired and we were going to play glow-in-the-dark miniputting, high. We go to the beach near my house (not a real beach, Lake Ontario LOL) and roll up a huge two paper. There was like three grams in it. We get out of Will's truck, and spark it up. He passes it to me, and I take a massive draw. Will looks over and says, "Cops". I think, fuck, I lm full of smoke. We start walking away and I exhaled my cloud, and they shone their spotlights on us. They got out, and I told Will to toss it. He crumpled it, spilled all the weed out ( :'(, I know, huge joint) and the cops walked up to us and asked us what we're up to. Not a whole hell of a lot, I say. Just goin' or a stroll, you know, catching up with my buddy. They pretty much called bullshit without saying bullshit, and asked if we'd mind a search. Hell no, I said, I don't mind. I had nothing on me. The only thing I was worried about was if Will had his grinder full if weed on him. When they asked him if he minded being searched, he said no, brimming with confidence. Seeing that, I became full of confidence myself, knowing now that he didn't have his grinder on him. They searched us, found a book of papers on me, and nothing else. They ran out names then let us go. Those suckers had shit on us.

So yeah, not so scary.