My worst story?
Well a friend of mine (who was a pot head, back then I was straight edge) asked me if I would drive him from Alabama (where I lived at the time) to Tennessee to meet a girl he met on the internet. I agreed because I thought it'd be a fun adventure (I was only 19 at the time.)
I had to work third shift the day of and so I decided I would just pick him up at 7am after my shift ended and drive him up then. We were going to get a hotel room and I decided I'd sleep when he was meeting with the girl.
The trip to Tennessee was fine until we got to her city, I made a wrong turn and suddenly we were being pulled over.
My friend had forgotten to tell me he brought some weed with him. The cops were aggressive asking why we had come to Tennessee (I was a goth, he was a stoner in look as well) they grilled us both intensively. Got us both out of the car and searched us both.
Suddenly my friend was being arrested and the cops were asking me if I was high: I was exhausted and scared and freaking out. I would have been arrested as well but they believed my friend when he said it was all his and I didn't know anything about it.
I followed them to the police station and waited three hours before they let him call me on the payphone. I had to call our friends for $700 bail, drive ten hours back, sleep for four hours and then ten hours back. And then after the ten hours back.... my car died forever.
The only good thing about the story is he got off weed, and became a lot more responsible. The girl however wanted nothing to do with him after that.
Well a friend of mine (who was a pot head, back then I was straight edge) asked me if I would drive him from Alabama (where I lived at the time) to Tennessee to meet a girl he met on the internet. I agreed because I thought it'd be a fun adventure (I was only 19 at the time.)
I had to work third shift the day of and so I decided I would just pick him up at 7am after my shift ended and drive him up then. We were going to get a hotel room and I decided I'd sleep when he was meeting with the girl.
The trip to Tennessee was fine until we got to her city, I made a wrong turn and suddenly we were being pulled over.
My friend had forgotten to tell me he brought some weed with him. The cops were aggressive asking why we had come to Tennessee (I was a goth, he was a stoner in look as well) they grilled us both intensively. Got us both out of the car and searched us both.
Suddenly my friend was being arrested and the cops were asking me if I was high: I was exhausted and scared and freaking out. I would have been arrested as well but they believed my friend when he said it was all his and I didn't know anything about it.
I followed them to the police station and waited three hours before they let him call me on the payphone. I had to call our friends for $700 bail, drive ten hours back, sleep for four hours and then ten hours back. And then after the ten hours back.... my car died forever.
The only good thing about the story is he got off weed, and became a lot more responsible. The girl however wanted nothing to do with him after that.