It happens. I'm an old fart now, so I'll only get paranoid when the cops find my stash. Because then I know they're gonna do something...hehe.
I was hitching South at Easter time and had FIVE cop cars pass me in as many minutes. I was carrying a little bit of bud, but wasn't concerned. I just waved at the odd one. None turned around. I was ready to discreetly drop it if I had to, so I guess I may have been a little paranoid, but I like to call it prepared for the worst.
When I was younger, paranoia was a given. |