Well, now, Last week I was fairly rudely awakened by one Johhny Lawman....... He asked us what we were doing... As myself and another guy handed him our I.D's; it dawned on me that the new black ballcap I tossed upon my head, as the cop had me stand up, had a small zippered pocket on its side, and I was in possession of appoximately 2 joints of Da Kind...... So, the cop arrested as both for tresspassing, cuffed and stuffed us, and off to jail we went. The next day, at our first appearance, the judge said we could plead guilt to time served and no fine.... We did just that..... In the mean time I completely fogot about my hats' content. Yesterday I took the hat off, and happened to look at the zippered pocket. I was about out of cigs so I thought to myself "wow, I wonder if I have a couple of bucks stashed in there so I can score some mentholated cancer" Imagine my surprise when I uzipped the little pocket and was greeted with my old pal "Buddy Kind" :P :P Ya know, sometimes life is such a farce :wink: :wink: -------- Now I call my hat "The SuperStealth-Undercover-Cover"--------- 8) :wink: ===senorsal== :lol: :lol:
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Now that's a hat to hold on to, bro..
Btw, I hope you know that bust is going down on your perrrrrrmenant record. hehe
lw
pemanent/shermanent:wink: --- So I ask the cop how we could be tresspassing in a public alleyway... He points to a dumpster about 30 ft away. The dupster had a sign on it that said No tresspassing-No dumping.. I tell the offiicer " well, we never went dumster diving there, and I can personally assure you that I did not take a dump in that dumpster" :wink: :lol: === Now, I'm telling you that had I remembered the contents of my magic hat,; maybe, just maybe I would not have been so flippant :roll: ==== Well, there is a chance, allbeit a slim one :lol: :lol: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~senorsal--- inveterate rabblerouser :wink:
A note of clarification-- It might seem confusing as I knew I had Da Kind, but as the cop was hassling us, I got caught up in the whole absudity of the moment, and it is at That time I forgot I was holding.... Damn, gotta remember when I'm a criminal and when (theoretically) I'm not. :lol: :lol: ----------~~~~~~~~~~~ senorsal
QuoteDamn, gotta remember when I'm a criminal and when (theoretically) I'm not.
O yeah: Senorsal, I love your stories--sometimes for the selfish reason that they remind me of some of my own.
Way, way back, around 1970ish, I lived in Naptown (Indianapolis). I had an infant son, and was unemployed except for the occasional exploit, ifyaknowwhatimean.
My car was uninsured, unregistered, and uninspected. I only drove it at odd hours or in emergencies. Nonetheless, I got caught a number of times: lazy cops being lazy cops, they would just ticket me and tell me to walk home. I'd walk a block or two, wait a while, have a smoke, then go back for my car and drive on. When I was really, seriously illegal, I'd bring the baby: cops hate having to deal with babies and protective services.
Well, it caught up with me one day when a couple of the city's finest appeared at my door. I was in an advanced state. I admitted who I was, and they told me they had a dozen warrants for my arrest. I replied that I was sure there were more than that, and they asked if they could come in, use my phone, and check on the matter.
I am extremely courteous when I am extremely advanced. Stupid, too, sometimes. Sure, I said, why not.
Before they arrived, I had been playing with my five new kittens and my quarter-ounce, O-enhanced temple ball wrapped in foil. I sat on a foam sectional sofa with a corner table: the two parts of the sofa slid under the table. I would throw the temple ball, the kittens would pounce and bap the shit out of it, and when it came within reach again, I'd have another little taste. Repeat process as needed.
When the knock came the kittens were fighting over the foil wrapped temple ball under the sofa. The pipe had been deposited under a flower pot on the way to answer the door.
So...the peacekeepers enter, and one sits down by the corner table where I had been, by the phone, and calls to check on my outstanding warrants. Just about the time he finishes (hey, you're right--there are five more warrants), Aldous (the gray kitten with the white vest), comes slithering out from under the table with the temple ball in his mouth, the other four kittens in hot pursuit, and drops the temple ball in the cop's lap.
You can imagine what the laws were like in Indiana in 1970--about like Texas now, I imagine. The cop says, Kittens! I love kittens! My cat loves to play with foil balls, too! You can put catnip in there, and they really love it!
My heart nearly popped.
The two cops spent about 10 minutes tossing my temple ball around the room, as I giggled helplessly at visions of Aldous and Darwin tearing the foil off as they strugged for possession of it. I spent a day and night in the tank, went up before the law, paid off the tickets, and went home. My kittens had eventually succeeded in stripping the foil from the temple ball and were stoned insensible, prolly just from taking turns running around with it in their mouths since it was largely intact.
I thought life could not possibly get any stranger or more farcical. I was wrong. But that's another story.
LOLGreat story, space.
lw
Stupid cops :-D
I am extremely courteous when I am extremely advanced. Stupid, too, sometimes. Sure, I said, why not.
I thought life could not possibly get any stranger or more farcical. I was wrong. But that's another story.[/quote] Heh Heh space, now you know good and well you're :wink: indeed certifiable. :lol: ....Speaking of strange and or farcical; I always felt that it was a truism that things always get more absurd,more farcical, more bewideringly strange. It's just that when I am 'extremely advanced' I am much more highly attuned to the intervoven chaos and fanciful dance that this sphere (ooops, said a bad word :roll: )presents its inhabitants as it rolls throughout the cosmos :wink: :wink: senorsal
"LOLGreat story, space." 8)
Senor, amazing they didn't search your hat, you musta impressed them somehow heheh...
They did seaarch my magic stealth hat!! :D :D ... Hell, when they gave me back my belongings the zipper was hanging wide open. They had looked.. Funny thing though, when it's opened up ther is a pocket area on the bottom , BUT there is also the same volume above the zipper and thath's were da kind was 8) 8) ...... anothoer victory fer da home team..... senorsal
:lol: :lol: 8)
Victory for the hometeam!
ah, sweet team spirit!
one up, one down (didn't Coltrane play it best? Yes! But he played One Down, One Up //http://www.cosmopolis.ch/english/cosmo8/coltrane.htm )
judih