high school, fall of 1817, smoking reefer down by the creek with some friends during lunch. as we head back to school, i ditched the remaining weed. i don't know why, i thought i was paranoid and my friends thought i was an idiot for tossing it in the creek. as we start to come up from the creek, the police arrive (two cars). officer O asks what we are doing and if we go to the X HS. we of course all say no, they don't believe us, in fact, one of the officers recognizes one of us and says...yeah right, you go X HS. you've been smoking marijuana haven't you? oh no officer we all replied. well, back then, you could be nearly stripped searched if done by school officials, so they took us all to the principles office and -- yes -- because i threw the weed away, they found nothing.
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