Finsh this & get me out of trouble, please! "SHIT!" Stan's outburst broke the stoned silence that settled over the occupants of the crowded Volvo as it sat in a line of cars inching their way along Cotton Rd. that afternoon. Stan's voice cracked as he yelled, "Dude, there's a cop checking licences!  We are SO fucked!" Fucked was putting it mildly! My brother & his friends had hot-boxed my Volvo with pot smoke, now I was going to have to explain it to the cop who walking this way!