Years ago, a friend and I used to park in random places and get baked. One night we drove to the top floor of a parkade in Saskatoon and proceeded to blast loud music and blaze a couple bowls. About 15 minutes after our bowl, a police car pulled up and a cop began to interrogate us. Turns out we were parked directly across from the police station. His headlights were shining... Read More » directly into the copshop and they could hear the bass booming from their offices. My buddy hooked up his own car stereo and there were wires everywhere and his subs weren't even bolted down. The cop thought that all of the shit must be stolen, so he called for backup. They sent a paddywagon to the top floor. Guess the driver couldn't read, because the paddywagon got stuck. It was literally scraping the ceiling of the parkade and he couldn't move forward or backwards. The cop that came up in the car was so pissed off that he told us to get the hell out of there and never come back. I still go there sometimes just to reminisce over my brush with the law!

January 27, 2012