How I got nicknamed Narc

It was some night July 2009. Zingy, Pacman, and I were looking for a spot to post up and smoke. Remembering the little park in my neighborhood, I mention it, and since my neighborhood's pretty quiet and shit, I figured cops never roll through. Anyways, we pulled up and saw a car parked on the far side of the park, but thought nothing of it and start smoking out under this gazebo type thing. We were just hanging out and smoking until either Zingy or Pacman took a closer look at that car. Turns out, it was indeed a cop, and he was rummaging through his trunk and shit. We obviously freaked the fuck out, but that wasn't the only cop that we saw that night. Maybe a minute later, two more cruisers roll right past us and an SUV cruiser right behind them. I guess they had better shit to do than to stop and talk to some kids hanging around the park after dark. We stashed the rest of the weed under the trashcan at the park and straight booked it. The rest of the night Pacman and Zingy were all on my ass "'Oh cops never roll through my neighborhood' you fucking narc" and shit. To this day, Pacman still is on my ass about it. Haha, but man, was it a night.