So, as I'm sure you all know, I dislike cops (STRONGLY) and I try to avoid their kind if I can.
Well, last night that all went to shit. And no, before you ask, I didn't get arrested. This cop was actually kinda....cool.

Well, I guess I should start from the beginning. Me, Simone, Autumn, Brock, Kat, and Jesse were all coming back from Simone's going away party her youth grup threw for her. And yeah, I'm aware of the fact that any of us don't have any business going near a church-related function, but we did anyways. It was pretty fun, we went swimming and ate some helluh bomb food. The only thing that irritated me was the fact that we had to sneak away to smoke a cigarette. I'm fucking 18, I haven't had to do that shit since I was a kid

It was pretty funny too, we all were talking about memories we had with Mone, and some christian-ass kid looks over at all of us and says, "Church appropraiate memories, guys." We all busted up laughing, and couldn't really think of much hahahahaha.

Well, anyways, after that was over, we all went back to Simones house. I called Conners and we went to get some shit-ass shake weed from my house (I hate shake, but hell, free weed is free weed). Then we brought it back, smoked a couple bowls and a joint, then left to get some weed that didn't suck.

Now, keep in mind, I can get some straight-up DANK.....during the day. Unfortunatlely, drug dealers need their sleep too, so after 11 we're fucked for getting a 20. I end up going through Tyler's guy and so we went to get it, picked uop his friend (and his...dog?) and went to get it. Well, it wasn't anything specuial. It looked like shake, but I suppose that was cuz it was a helluh satieva-type bud, and it had gotten crunched up in his pocket....whatever. It looked sketch, but it was pretty stoney, at least. I could have gotten better though, thats the only thing that irrritates me.

Oh, and we had picked up Autumn's gas mask piece, The General, earlier that night. The glass part had broken in half, but we got some tape and ghattoe-rigged it back into working condition. So, we were taking some fat gas mask rips, and somehow kat and Autumn had aquired a 40, and we had a bottle of whiskey, so we were all pretty fucked, except Simone, who had to stay sober this time.

Conners had to leave at midnight, so we get super high right before he leaves, haha
After he left, we all went swimming and shit, then went to take more hits out of The General.

And that's where the cop comes in. I had went to the bathroom earlier, and I was coming back through the house when I heard Simone's big-ass mastiff, Ziva, start barking helluh. I looked out the front window, but I couldn't see shit, so, being as fucked up high as I was, I just said fuck it and went out back again.

We were going to hit the gas mask again (Autumn had it strapped to her face, lmao), when we see someone coming up the back stairs. I though it was Brock, but it definately was NOT Brock. My high-ass mind's first though: "Woah, Brock doesnt have a moustace. What the hell?"
And Autumn, being completely fucking baked, looks over at the cop, with the mask on her face, and says,"Who ARE you?" all confused and shit.
In the meantime, me and Kat were having small siezures cuz we both have different types of alcohol-related tickets right now, and I thought he was gonna take us all to jail

But, I was wrong. He just looked at Autumn (and I could tell he was trying not to laugh) and said, "Hey guys, turn the music off. The neighbors were complaining. And, uh, put the shit away."

We all were like, "Uh.....fuck. Ok?" and grabbed our shit, went inside, and the cop left.
After he was gone, Brock reappears and was like, "Yeah, I saw his flashlight and was yelling at you guys but you couldnt hear me. So I just kinda, stayed in the pool when I saw him walk up."

It was funny though, the cop couldn't have done shit to us cuz he came into Mone's back yard without a warrent through her locked gate. Hahaha, we could have been smoking crack and he couldn't have done a damn thing about it (FUCK tweakers, though. Smoke dank, not crank).

So we tone it down a bit, then go back outside and smoke more weed, because we're all fucking stoners lol.

Its amusing though, the night before that me and Mone and Kat were coming back from dropping this kid Nate off at his house (he got jumped at a fat party we were at and needed a ride.... Mone was sober, Kat was buzzed, and I wasn fucking GONE) when we got pulled over. I was drunk as shit in that back seat, smelling like a bar with my seatbelt on helluh wrong and with a pipe and weed in my backpack, but the cops just gave her a warning that her brake light was out and sent us on our way home.

So, two encounters with cops in the last two days and not a single ticket to show for it. Interesting. I might be starting to not hate the RPD as much!

I find it ironic, though, that the night before we went to a party two streets down with over 60 people and a ton of alochol, loud as fuck, and no cops show up; but at Mone's house with like 6 people we get a cop? What the hell?