Sure enough my idiot phriend goes up to a narc (obviously doesn't know he's a narc) who has a balloon in his hand, sutured closed, and asks him where he got the nitrous. Dude's like, "none left, can u get me anything?" my buddy, trying to be cool, is like, "my buddy and i just got some E." 

Two minutes later, I, oblivious to what had happened w/ the narc and my friend, get *attacked* from behind by these narcs demanding i empty my pockets. Well, idiot me thought i'd try to make some extra money, being from Ontario, and sell some pot to the yankees. i have like six 1/8's of dank herb in my cargo side pockets. The narcs take my E from my front pockets, throw me to the ground, and hand cuff me. 

I'm taken to where they rounded up the rest us (who they treated like cattle). Anyway, they say i can't go to the show, so i start freaking. I have front row seats, and its my girl's first show. I'm trippin on shrooms consumed early in the day, just phreaking! 

The kind narc (oxymoron) feels a bit of sympathy for me and tells me and my gf to go into the park (Ontario place) immediately; it was like 5ish.  If i did that i could still go to the show. Well, they never ended up searching my cargo pockets. Canadian cops aren't the brightest. Neither are the courts. The dude that had to pay 650 dollars for underage drinking... i got caught with only a single pill of E, and i have to do 20 hours of community service! thats it! nothing else, no record. Nothing! Gotta love canada...

 - Steve