So, I had the po-po riding my ass the other night as I was headed to my friend's for band practice. My heart started to race a bit, as I had a pocketfull of x on me and my maryjane pipe, packed to the brim, in the glove box. (we play better high) A little sweat ran down my brow as I kept looking in my rearview mirror at this cop who seemed to have a death stare on my car. He was just looking right at me, not turning away for nothing. I told myself to breathe and make sure to use them signals in the appropriate way at the appropriate time. We passed one intersection, then two, then three and for the love of god this dude wouldn't get off my tail. I knew I was in for it and I panicked, pulled the x tabs out of my pocket and snuck them into my mouth. I didn't care about the pipe cuz the laws changed and I hear they're not prosticuting for it now. Swallowed the pills and not a minute later he turns right down a side street. In the clear, but a little panicked for downing so much x. In the end it all turned out ok, had the finest night of the year thus far and rocked like nobody's business. I stayed up for a day and a half and then crashed like a brick falling off a bridge. I even wrote a song about I titled "Like a brick falling off a bridge." It goes like this: "Driving down the road with the po-po on my ass, pocketfull of ecstasy, glovebox full of grass…