Okay... this is a bullshit story that still pisses me off to this day but my friend is one very paranoid fellow.
So it starts out around 9:30 p.m. when we just get to this cliff near the beach. There's an area behind us that has a gated parking lot. We're smoking and forget this place closes at 10:00 and a cop comes by shining his light looking for us. He's pointing it at a trash can for some reason but my friend gets crazy scared and said, "dude, i'm chucking it!" and the fucker tosses my 1/8 and pipe down the cliff.
We bolt down away from the cop and hide for a good 10-15 minutes. We finally get the balls to head back up when we hear the gate lock. We look at the cop car and it leaves. After yelling at my friend for 10 minutes and hopelessly looking for my pipe and new 1/8 we head back to the cars. When we pass the trash can we realize the "cop" was actually a trash dude because the can was empty and a fresh bag was placed there...
Moral of the story, don't let your paranoid friend pack a bowl for you, better yet, don't let him touch your nugs!

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It was a waste of a great (short-lived of 1 week) bowl.


