Maybe it was just the weed?

TLT, if you want to 'find that feeling' againe, I may suggest three simple letters to you. Esp if you want to be looked at by several sets of beady green eyes...

Anywho..I got a little too close to my stove last night whilst attempting to put on another log...heard a little sizzle, realize I burned my head...

...Maybe it was the weed?

 

Okay, I will bite. When I was young and stupid, I actually was a State trooper for a short bit. I would see cars swerving, so I stop the car....no booze....non at all......but the smell, the odor took me back to my college days.
The driver and occupants would get fined, some put in jail for a short bit, (one got 10 years for a felony possession of heroin; a "hells angel" type dude on a Harley. But paroled after 6 months).
Why did they get caught??
Maybe it was the weed??

 

once a cop always a cop

o barry

 

FESS UP! Who else is a narc on here?

I have had bad run ins with the po and have been treated poorly many times. Now, I am a grown ass man and still freaked out by the red and blues. Hate their f---ing haircuts too.

 

K

Young and dumb walking down King St. with 4 dudes burning a lefty when we turn the corner there is a cop on foot patrol. He grabs the dude tokin' and the rest of us run. We are running down alleys and hoping fences hearing sirens everywhere when a buddy who happens to be cruising around slides up in his car and yells get in. It seems like every cop in Chas. that night was looking for us.....maybe it was just the weed?





We had a sober GF drive us to the police station to bail him out a couple hours later.

 

[video=youtube;iBLS1zyEbRE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBLS1zyEbRE[/video]


maybe its the weed?

 

That's not weed...That is meth!

 

Most of the guys I grew up with that became cops were roughed up by a cop in their youth. I think they thought "cool, I can be a full time redneck, drive fast and get paid if I become a cop".

 

Great tale TLT!

I can't remember any good stories off the top of my head right now.

Maybe it twas just da weed?

 

Maybe the weed got stuck

[video]https://youtu.be/c3B81XP3b4c[/video]

 

Joe Cocker Syndrome....

 

Naw, not me. I was a dope smoking hippie in college, then got a job for 3 years, then tried the cop thing--but it wasn't me. So I gave it up after a year.

 

Knew a few who really wanted to help people as well. I don't look at all cops as bad. Just the same as people in general I guess, some good some not. Unfortunately a bad cop can f*rk your world up so it's best to avoid any confrontation with the po po.

 

lol. showing your age.
Ya'll know ain't none of that crazy caused by weed.

 

When I was sworn in, the Colonel said to me, "Barry, with that badge you can destroy someones life. We know you will use it judiciously--it is why we hired you."
I thought I could "do people good", but I found I wasn't dealing with people that deserved it. I will say this, I never once took a kid in for smoking weed--I took them to their parents, and explained to them their choice--"give this kid some needed advice and love, but if you lay a violent hand on him, he has my telephone #". Never got called, but I have seen some of the kids since, grown up, with families of their own, and responsible citizens.

Maybe it was "just weed"....no need to destroy a kids life.

 

I think that happens to a lot of guys who join the force because they have to deal with the lowest common denominator on a daily basis. Seems back in the day officers were allowed to use a little common sense.

 

I was 20, living in Chicago, chasing dreams in the "industry". Skateboard was my main mode of transportation at the time; left my car back on the coast. I just finished a long day pushing overpriced snowboard gear, and I head out to the side alley to roll a spliff. I had already burned a couple times that day, as "Safety Meetings" were almost hourly, so I was maintaining a solid buzz.

It was dark out and cold as hell, mid-October I think. It would get down into the 20's at night, but we didn't get our first snow until Halloween that year so the streets were still skate-able. Spliff in hand I cruise down to the redline stop at Chicago Street.

There was a resident homeless chick on the redline. She would walk the length of the train pan handling. I would watch people shell out dollars at a time and not even get as much as a "thank you". After working all day for some faceless corporation, putting it on the line to close a sale, this kind of worthlessness really cut deep. The homeless in Chicago were a different breed. This was right at the beginning of the financial crisis, and there were more homeless every day, you could tell the newbs from the lifers, as the newbs still had a sense of self respect and dignity.

Finally, 50 minutes later we reach my stop; Agryle - the heart of little Vietnam. It takes 50 minutes to go 4 miles on the El, on a good day. It's so hard to describe the way that neighborhood smelled. Around dinner time there was so much red pepper smoke in the air it would burn your lungs. Once night, one of the restaurants burned down. After that, the neighborhood smelled like a burning dumpster full of rotten Vietnamese food... yum

Speaking of burning lungs, I light my spliff on my way down the stairs, hop on my deck, and push toward home. It was expressedly ILLEGAL to skate on sidewalks in Chi-town, but I did it anyway. Rounding a corner I boost off a uneven piece of sidewalk and land at the feet of 2 grizzled beat cops. Spliff in hand, feet on board, I look like a deer in headlights.

They clearly knew what was up and I was bracing for one of them to legally fuc# me up. They look at each other like "this isn't worth the paperwork" and ask "dude, what are you thinking?". I shrug and one of them tells me to "get the hell out of here, and stay off the sidewalk."

I don't waste a second getting out of there, and I consider my brush with fate as I roll up to my building. It was the first time I had a cop do the reasonable thing, and not capitalize on my small transgression. I grew up in a small town where the cops would bust a nut over a couple stems, or 5 mph over the limit. I was sure I was getting cuffed that night...

...maybe it was the weed