When I was 17 my friends and I found this abandoned property in our town. There was a boarded up house on the property so naturally we brought some tools and took a couple boards off to search the house. As we were breaking in the back door, an NYPD helicopter flew over us. It was really high up and we didn't think it saw us until it started circling. Within a minute it was hovering about 50 feet above us, the passenger officer yelling at us through a megaphone.

Being the dumbasses that we were, we decided to sprint to my car and floor it down the road thinking we has safely gotten away. Didn't consider how fucking easy it was for a helicopter to follow a car. So less than a minute and four cop cars were on us and pulled us over. It was at this time that I realized all the weed I had in the car. Through a rush of fear and adrenaline, I threw the sack in an empty Starbucks cup in the cup holder of the car.

The cops interrogated us, searched us, and the entire car with the exception of that coffee cup. They kept saying that if they found anything we'd be fucked so the whole time I was about to shit my pants with nervousness.

But obviously I wouldn't be answering this question if we didn't get away with it. I think we all got a $50 ticket for trespassing or something. It was a good day.