Thomas Merton
08-03-2008, 10:13 AM
...getting busted. I'm a fairly responsible guy who has enjoyed the weed for about 30 years now(I'm 46). I dont smoke every day like I used to as I need my brain at work to teach high school English.
July 10th, stimulus check and two weeks worth of basketball camp money firmly clenched in hand, I took off for a 9,000 mile trip to the coast to see family and Yonder Mountain String Band at the Northwest String Summit in Portland among other things.
On the way home driving on Interstate 70 in Ohio, I was pulled over by a state canine cop. As I said, I was returning from Oregon, sooooo, I was carrying some of the stinkiest kindness I've had in awhile, courtesy of aging hippies.
Like any discerning smoker, I had my stuff in a glass mason jar(never let good smoke touch anything other than glass) which I stupidly had sitting on the seat next to me as I had just reloaded my one-hitter. Normally the jar was buried in my backpack with the dog in the back of my truck. I panicked and tried to throw the jar so it would fall between the passenger seat and door, hidden from view. I was completely ignorant of the fact that cops now come to your passenger window to avoid traffic better, I guess. I kid you not, the jar managed to get stuck at an angle between the seat and door, the lid on the door and the bottom against the seat.
J law comes to the window and leans his forearms on the window ledge to ask for the license, etc and to gently tisk tisk me for "tailgating trucks". He actually couldnt have been cooler while his forearms rested maybe 8 inches from the jar. Longest 3 minute conversation of my life later, I was on my way. I'm still trying to get the stain out of my car seat.
How close have you ever come? :ohmy:
July 10th, stimulus check and two weeks worth of basketball camp money firmly clenched in hand, I took off for a 9,000 mile trip to the coast to see family and Yonder Mountain String Band at the Northwest String Summit in Portland among other things.
On the way home driving on Interstate 70 in Ohio, I was pulled over by a state canine cop. As I said, I was returning from Oregon, sooooo, I was carrying some of the stinkiest kindness I've had in awhile, courtesy of aging hippies.
Like any discerning smoker, I had my stuff in a glass mason jar(never let good smoke touch anything other than glass) which I stupidly had sitting on the seat next to me as I had just reloaded my one-hitter. Normally the jar was buried in my backpack with the dog in the back of my truck. I panicked and tried to throw the jar so it would fall between the passenger seat and door, hidden from view. I was completely ignorant of the fact that cops now come to your passenger window to avoid traffic better, I guess. I kid you not, the jar managed to get stuck at an angle between the seat and door, the lid on the door and the bottom against the seat.
J law comes to the window and leans his forearms on the window ledge to ask for the license, etc and to gently tisk tisk me for "tailgating trucks". He actually couldnt have been cooler while his forearms rested maybe 8 inches from the jar. Longest 3 minute conversation of my life later, I was on my way. I'm still trying to get the stain out of my car seat.
How close have you ever come? :ohmy: