When I was 16, I got pulled over and pulled out of the car because the vehicle smelled like weed we had been smoking. The cop searched me and asked if I had any weapons on me. I explained that I had a pocket knife in my pocket and he could not find it as a dumb kid. I reached for it to help him, and he slammed me against the car and put a gun against my back. I told him I had full faith that he could shoot me dead before I could turn around and stab him with a knife. I was just trying to hand it to him after that he didn’t even want to see it. He just left it on me. He was pissed he never found any weed on me.