my closest call was my own stupid fault. Wasn't a major operation by any stretch of the imagination but had 8 plants at various stages of flowering in the spare bedroom upstairs. the whole floor had an strong aroma about it.
i'm downstairs having a smoke and i hear this massive bang from outside, i look out and theres two guys trying to kick in the door of a shop across the road. So i stand an watch until the door pings open and they disappear inside. i'm basically a good guy at heart, underneath all my actions run a vein of niceness and without thinking i pick up the phone and call it in. i love my street, every shop you could ever need and not a major corporation conglomerate company in sight, i know the majority of shop owners too, so yea i rang it in.
not half an hour later theres two cops buzzin around my flat, sniffing, looking everywhere while taking my statement is clearly not the priority. told them the mrs was asleep upstairs, which she was, but that kept them from going up. bout 45 mins later they leave and i relax and spot my nearly full grinder on the end of the sofa lol was the only thing i'd missed in my frantic hide everything cleanup.
i know chances are i coulda sparked up an only gotten a warning, certainly dont think they were gonna do anything to a witness with regards to possession, but get the wrong guy in a bad mood who's fiance was killed the night before they get married and blames it all on weed then he's picking me up. not many of them guys around thankfully. it will be me who finds him tho