It was my boy's turn to take up the driving shift.  We had just finished smoking a phat bowl, then what do we see as we headed up I-75 north into north kakolaki?  One lane drug check.  shit.  three lane highway down to one lane. So my buddy driving stupidly decided to pull off at the exit before the check point, well right into another check point. I mean dogs, guns, twenty cops, etc...  just three students headed to see the band. 

Boom, roll down the window as the cop knocked on our door (we had no time to defog).  "Son, will you step out of the car please."  We're all fucked. We had a quarter of dank in the trunk, hidden in a show in my bag, plus one peanut bowl, an eighth in this girl's purse, and he had more weed hidden in a film case in a hidden pant pocket... 

To make a long story short, we spent three days in Lexington county prison.  We missed the shows and were forced to wear those orange jump suites, but finally our parents got us out. When we received all our clothes back and my car that was towed, my boy still had the nuggets in the film case in his pants, plus my nugs in my shoe in my bag, even though they originally dumped all the contents of my bag into the street when we were first pulled over, and had three dogs go over and still did not find it. 

To say the least, we smoked phat bowls right in front of the police station and then headed on the road again.  we got back on the train.

- Alex Sweet