GANJA TALES
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I have many tales but one that stands out for me that i will never forget: me and my m8 Al were walking in from town to uni both carrying black rucksacks, each with two shoe boxes sqaushed in it took us about 5 minutes to punch the boxes into the bags and zip up. We couldn't get a Cab just no chance of covering up the smell.
On our journey we had to cross some railway crossing thing and being very paranoid for good reasons i really didn't need to the barriers to come down to signal a train was on its way, it did! i was already panicking kept asking Al the same question "can you smell it?" he could, everybody could, then about 4 chav kids lined up behind us - all happy and giggling mentioning Al's Ganja shirt I purchased as a joke thinking he would not wear it(everyday i tell him not to wear it).
This is when I shit myself - A police car pulls up to be the second car inline - I'm really shitting myself by now, within about 10seconds the door opens and one guy gets out followed by the driver - i'm nearly crying - not thinking anything - just blank trying to keep myself steady.
The police man says hello to the kid by his first name 'Michael' - I was thinking random thoughts in tunnel vision - i could feel white lights were in the outside of my vision.
The barriers go up and I try to put one leg in front of the other and walk across - i didn't say anything to Al for the next 2 minutes (felt like hours)
and then All i could say was "Fucking Hell" about 3 times
apart from that we were silent the whole journey back.