I am originally from Anchorage,Alaska and have recently moved to Spokane, Washington to attend college. My best friend came down to visit for her 18th birthday. To recreate our "HIGH" school years, we each bought fatty eighths and made plans for the week. It was Friday night when we decided we should make a stop at the strip club. Now the best strip club in this area is about a 45 minute drive and you can't go to a strip joint sober, so. On our way we smoked a bowl and stopped and had dinner. The best meal in the world...then off we went. Driving down I-90, passing the happy pipe back and forth stoned out of our minds we notice the lights.

I start to pull over and realize I cant pull over on the left side of the road, now I have to pass over three lanes of traffic. Normally in this time we would open the windows and light a cigarette, but we were to stoned to think of it. We pulled over and the cop walked up to the window. I rolled the window down and a big, smelly cloud filtered out into his face. "Is that marijuana I smell" my response...."maybe" it went down hill from there. He pulled me out and started asking questions, where were we headed, what we were doing, who's dope, blah blah blah. He asked if we had any more bud in the car, we responded with no. He comes back to the squad car, nudges my friend and with an evil tone said...YOU FORGOT TO TELL ME ABOUT THIS LITTLE BAG. He gave me a speeding ticket and told us to go straight home, he knew he scared the shit out of us and that was all he wanted. He left. Leaving the two stoneder dazed and confused. I looked at my friend and said Happy 18th, lets go home. Needless to say once we made it to the strip club (about a week later) we brought the ticket, explained what happened and got a free lap dance.