How in the hell did I not get arrested just now?

qwizoking

Well-Known Member
lmao
i hear that. i been lucky, i hear alotof shit especially about wilco -Williamson county
but my baby moms a cop so maybe thats helped running through atx.

but like i was over in midland. smokin out a single cab truck with my girl at the park like normal. got off work early and i giess i got there when it closed. cop doin his round pulled up knocked on the window.i roll down, smoke curlin out you know. and he just said hey park closes at 9

shit i even got raided, im in my grow room at one of my traps. they come in hot. long story short they let me off with nothin. they said you prolly just here buyin weed or something, im like sure
 

MadNyeTheHydroGuy

Active Member
Basically! Cops don't even look my way. Last time I talked to a cop it was a lady cop who brought back a backpack some kids had stolen near by. Troopers don't even fuck with me. It's kinda fucked up but so true
Im white and i was tackled, cuffed, and illegally searched, in my work uniform on my way home. My crime? Jaywalking. Im so tired of hearing how terrible black folks have it with police. I don't dress like a jackass or do anything to be profiled, and ive never once in my life had one experience with an officer that was pleasant. Some cops are just jackasses regardless of who/what you are.
 

Lucky Luke

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In the late 80s or early nineties I was at a Mates place in the Western Suburbs of Sydney. Bout 5 or 6 of us in the lounge room. Some nice classic hotted up cars out the front. (Blown 57 chev, LH Torana with tunnel ram, etc)

We had been smoking and drinking for hours when there was a knock on the door. My mate opens the front door, which by the way looks straight in to the lounge room. Bong and mull bowl on the table, smoke curling out the front door. Startled stoned faces looking up at them going "ahh shit.."

They asked us to turn the music down, not to drink and drive and left.

We thought we were blessed!
 

MadNyeTheHydroGuy

Active Member
In the late 80s or early nineties I was at a Mates place in the Western Suburbs of Sydney. Bout 5 or 6 of us in the lounge room. Some nice classic hotted up cars out the front. (Blown 57 chev, LH Torana with tunnel ram, etc)

We had been smoking and drinking for hours when there was a knock on the door. My mate opens the front door, which by the way looks straight in to the lounge room. Bong and mull bowl on the table, smoke curling out the front door. Startled stoned faces looking up at them going "ahh shit.."

They asked us to turn the music down, not to drink and drive and left.

We thought we were blessed!
A close friend of mine in tx did 3 months in county and was put on probation for a gbaggie of seeds he had pulled out of a sac and forgot he had in his pocket.

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