My closes brush with the law was years and years ago me and a friend ran into a bunch of cops while smoking a joint, we dropped the thing and played it cool and got away with some annoying questions.
What was your closest call?
My closes brush with the law was years and years ago me and a friend ran into a bunch of cops while smoking a joint, we dropped the thing and played it cool and got away with some annoying questions.
What was your closest call?
How about the time I didn’t ;-)
So at the time medical weed was legal, recreational wasn’t, I did not have a doctor’s recommendation.
Driving home from a friends house after midnight I decided to hit up the 24 hour grocery store and get some cereal and milk. I had less than half a gram in the passenger seat back pocket. And expired tags.
Woop-woop: party in my rear-view mirror. The encounter goes bad from the get-go. They tell me to get out, ask for permission to search, which I deny. They then explain that they can tow and impound my vehicle for the expired registration (it was really expired) and will search it anyway. So I consent to the search and it gets worse!
I’m diabetic and I have a used syringe in my arm rest compartment with the needle poking through the plastic safety cap… and it sticks to one of the cops finger.
Now they are convinced I’m a degenerate heroin addict or something. They find the pill case on my keychain… I explained it was my ADD medication and they threatened to arrest me because it’s not in a proper bottle. They test it with a reagent kit and accuse me of lying because it lists the generic name and I gave them the brand name.
And finally one of them finds my pathetically tiny stash.
Busted.
Fortunately the quantity was to small for serious prosecution so I was forced to attend an all day class. And that’s how I got a cheap paper certificate that say “For the Successful Completion of Marijuana”
Have you framed the certificate?