GANJA TALES
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Ok, so on my 21st birthday, my buddies and I cram into my car for a late night session, smoking out of a beer can, while blasting old Sublime.
A cop car passes us, slams on the breaks, puts a spotlight on us, and then parks behind us.
No time to air out the car, and we've got an empty container that we're smoking out of...
I have a job interview the next morning, so I'm sweating bullets because I have to catch a train, and they're going to throw me in jail.
The car still reeks of booze and weed, and I hand over my license and we wait for probably 15 minutes, "We're fucked-we're fucked, we're so fucked."
The cop returns with my license, and says, turn down your music... and happy birthday.
They peel off and leave us hugging each other in the street.