Friday, October 22, 2004
Another scary dream
*Warning: Super long "I got busted" post*
So I watched the History Channel's Hooked: Illegal Drugs and How They Got That Way last night. Very interesting facts and so stupid. Basically marijuana was outlawed in the west and southwest as a way to keep Mexicans out and kick the ones here out during the Depression. But I'll get to that later.
So I had a dream that I was following Joan in my car and we were driving somewhere, through like Virginia. Then we're standing by the side of the road and Joan is being searched. They find a small bag of herb and our pipe. Then we're at my paternal grandmother's house. One cop is handcuffing Joan and waiting on another cop. So I'm walking around the house, thinking of something to do, then I see Grandma, she says "I'm so dissappointed in you, bringing that into my house." I say "Be quiet Grandma, not now." And then walk into the kitchen and go into my "Pot isn't bad speech" which of course he doesn't care about cuz he's doing his job and upholding the laws of the land. Then I wake up relieved that it's all a dream. Fuck, but it felt so good knowing that it wasn't real. But it's always nice to have a little paranoia around, just to keep you on your toes.
Because that's how I got busted. Yep, this is my "I spent a night in jail" story. I haven't told my parents or grandparents this because, I don't want to really. I think my parents will be okay with it, because it's taken care of and I don't have a record, but I'm sure the grandfolks would shit a brick. So me, Joan, friend and friend's girl are going to the movies. Friend says hey let's take some traveling weed. Sure, whatever. So we're smoking on the way. Watch the movie. Come back to Clemson and we see a cop with his lights on on the overpass. Joan says cop, slow down. It's a 35 mph zone and I'm doing about 51. But everyone speeds through here all the time. And I reason to myself that the cop is already up there, there probably isn't another one. Dead wrong. We round the turn and there he is. His lights go on and we're busted. And we'd been smoking with the windows up. I wasn't really high, just a light buzz, I was driving after all. And I kinda freeze. In perfect 20/20 hindsight, we should've rolled the windows down and stuffed the bag in between the rear seats which would've dropped the weed into the trunk. But we all froze. My friend stashes the piece in the seatback and the bag in his pants. The cop asks for my info, and then asks me to get out of the car. He asks if he can search the car. I say I'd rather you didn't, to which he says I understand that, but I can smell it so there is probable cause. Before he goes in, he asks if I have any on me. I say no, but my friend has the bag. Me hoping that honesty will help me out. Nope, he gets the bag, cuffs me and puts me in the back seat. Shit, I'm not worried, I know it'll be okay, but I'm not happy. So I sit stoically in the back seat and watch Cop 1 and his buddy Cop 2 take my friends out of the car, search them and the car. Then he starts talking to them. I can't hear but later find out that he is saying that I'm a stand up guy for taking the blame for the bag and that he could arrest them all. Whatever, let's just get this over with. So he gives my friends in the backseat both seatbelt tickets. Don't know if that's even legal. So he lets them go and Friend drives my car home.
So he sends me to booking with Cop 2 who trying his damndest to act like a badass. Ahem, scuse me Mr. skinny ass 23 yr. old Clemson cop, you're not a badass. Oh yeah, before I am even put in the back of the car, Cop 1 asks me that if I am willing to play ball and buy some bags from some dealers, that this will all go away. Fuck that, I'm not sending some poor kid up the river cuz I'm a dumbass. So Cop 2 tells me to look left and then proceeds to block my face with his arm and buckle me up, yaknow, for safety. Then we drive the 200 ft. to the police station. Blocks my face again and pulls me out and says if you cooperate then I'll give you your own cell. if not then i'll put you in with the other guy. The other guy I find out is a 50 yr. old black guy who is completely passed out and snoring. Oh no, anyone but him. So they take me in, read me my rights, ask where I got it. Charleston, 4 hrs. away, Atlanta, 2 hrs. away? I say Birmingham. He says wow, I'm impressed you made it back that far. Yeah me too. It's hard to transport an eigth of weed on a busy interstate. I'm so lucky. But I actually got it from a local friend, but they don't need to know that. They ask me again if I want to narc on someone. No thanks. They say that most people don't talk much while they're being booked and are kinda hostile. THAT'S CUZ YOU'RE A COP AND YOU'RE TAKING THEM TO JAIL! Seems obvious to me. So they let me call Joan. She's buggin out. I tell them it's ok. They told me about PreTrial Intervention that's like treatment and community service, and that it won't go on my record. So I spend the night in jail and wake up to a McDonalds sausage biscuit and some tea. That they brought to me about 6 am. I woke up about 8. So the tea was watered down and the biscuit was cold but I was kinda hungry and my tax dollars paid for it.
So I go see the judge about 8:30 am. Holy shit, he is an intimidating man. He's about 60 and he's an actual badass. They tell me before I go in, it's yes sir, no sir. Understood. He lets me out on my own recognizance and gives me my court date and lets me go. I take a PTI, pretrial intervention, pamphlet and find out what I have to do. I take care of that shit before lunchtime. So I have to go to a meeting where I find out that I have to take a test at Clemson's health center to determine my level of addiction. I get a B, so that means I have to do the level A info class, which is mostly about alcohol and how it's hereditary and they give the source for none of their information. And I also have to do 6 sessions of group therapy. Sure. Also mostly about alcohol, but I ask the counselor if it's always about alcohol, she's says mostly, what are you here for, pot, oh okay we'll have some drug stuff next week. Good, at least I can learn some things. I really like the group sessions actually, very insightful and helpful and informational. I also had to attend 2 Narcotics Anonymous meetings and do 45 hours of community service. Damn, if you ever wanted to do "hard" drugs, you won't after a NA meeting. That's some shit. But it's an excellent program and would highly recommend it to anyone with a substance abuse problem. And I did my community service. And took one drug test. PTI costs about $350 and with the other fees, drug test, and all came to about $450. Small price to pay for a clean record.
And this whole experience made me realize that I wasn't being a responsible pot smoker. The list for responsible pot smoking comes from NORML, the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws:
I. Adults Only - Cannabis consumption is for adults only. It is irresponsible to provide cannabis to children.
II. No Driving - The responsible cannabis consumer does not operate a motor vehicle or other dangerous machinery while impaired by cannabis, nor (like other responsible citizens) while impaired by any other substance or condition, including some medicines and fatigue.
III. Set and Setting - The responsible cannabis user will carefully consider his/her set and setting, regulating use accordingly.
IV. Resist Abuse - Use of cannabis, to the extent that it impairs health, personal development or achievement, is abuse, to be resisted by responsible cannabis users.
V. Respect Rights of Others - The responsible cannabis user does not violate the rights of others, observes accepted standards of courtesy and public propriety, and respects the preferences of those who wish to avoid cannabis entirely.
Thanks for reading and hopefully you learned something. I'll talk about the History channel special later today.
So I watched the History Channel's Hooked: Illegal Drugs and How They Got That Way last night. Very interesting facts and so stupid. Basically marijuana was outlawed in the west and southwest as a way to keep Mexicans out and kick the ones here out during the Depression. But I'll get to that later.
So I had a dream that I was following Joan in my car and we were driving somewhere, through like Virginia. Then we're standing by the side of the road and Joan is being searched. They find a small bag of herb and our pipe. Then we're at my paternal grandmother's house. One cop is handcuffing Joan and waiting on another cop. So I'm walking around the house, thinking of something to do, then I see Grandma, she says "I'm so dissappointed in you, bringing that into my house." I say "Be quiet Grandma, not now." And then walk into the kitchen and go into my "Pot isn't bad speech" which of course he doesn't care about cuz he's doing his job and upholding the laws of the land. Then I wake up relieved that it's all a dream. Fuck, but it felt so good knowing that it wasn't real. But it's always nice to have a little paranoia around, just to keep you on your toes.
Because that's how I got busted. Yep, this is my "I spent a night in jail" story. I haven't told my parents or grandparents this because, I don't want to really. I think my parents will be okay with it, because it's taken care of and I don't have a record, but I'm sure the grandfolks would shit a brick. So me, Joan, friend and friend's girl are going to the movies. Friend says hey let's take some traveling weed. Sure, whatever. So we're smoking on the way. Watch the movie. Come back to Clemson and we see a cop with his lights on on the overpass. Joan says cop, slow down. It's a 35 mph zone and I'm doing about 51. But everyone speeds through here all the time. And I reason to myself that the cop is already up there, there probably isn't another one. Dead wrong. We round the turn and there he is. His lights go on and we're busted. And we'd been smoking with the windows up. I wasn't really high, just a light buzz, I was driving after all. And I kinda freeze. In perfect 20/20 hindsight, we should've rolled the windows down and stuffed the bag in between the rear seats which would've dropped the weed into the trunk. But we all froze. My friend stashes the piece in the seatback and the bag in his pants. The cop asks for my info, and then asks me to get out of the car. He asks if he can search the car. I say I'd rather you didn't, to which he says I understand that, but I can smell it so there is probable cause. Before he goes in, he asks if I have any on me. I say no, but my friend has the bag. Me hoping that honesty will help me out. Nope, he gets the bag, cuffs me and puts me in the back seat. Shit, I'm not worried, I know it'll be okay, but I'm not happy. So I sit stoically in the back seat and watch Cop 1 and his buddy Cop 2 take my friends out of the car, search them and the car. Then he starts talking to them. I can't hear but later find out that he is saying that I'm a stand up guy for taking the blame for the bag and that he could arrest them all. Whatever, let's just get this over with. So he gives my friends in the backseat both seatbelt tickets. Don't know if that's even legal. So he lets them go and Friend drives my car home.
So he sends me to booking with Cop 2 who trying his damndest to act like a badass. Ahem, scuse me Mr. skinny ass 23 yr. old Clemson cop, you're not a badass. Oh yeah, before I am even put in the back of the car, Cop 1 asks me that if I am willing to play ball and buy some bags from some dealers, that this will all go away. Fuck that, I'm not sending some poor kid up the river cuz I'm a dumbass. So Cop 2 tells me to look left and then proceeds to block my face with his arm and buckle me up, yaknow, for safety. Then we drive the 200 ft. to the police station. Blocks my face again and pulls me out and says if you cooperate then I'll give you your own cell. if not then i'll put you in with the other guy. The other guy I find out is a 50 yr. old black guy who is completely passed out and snoring. Oh no, anyone but him. So they take me in, read me my rights, ask where I got it. Charleston, 4 hrs. away, Atlanta, 2 hrs. away? I say Birmingham. He says wow, I'm impressed you made it back that far. Yeah me too. It's hard to transport an eigth of weed on a busy interstate. I'm so lucky. But I actually got it from a local friend, but they don't need to know that. They ask me again if I want to narc on someone. No thanks. They say that most people don't talk much while they're being booked and are kinda hostile. THAT'S CUZ YOU'RE A COP AND YOU'RE TAKING THEM TO JAIL! Seems obvious to me. So they let me call Joan. She's buggin out. I tell them it's ok. They told me about PreTrial Intervention that's like treatment and community service, and that it won't go on my record. So I spend the night in jail and wake up to a McDonalds sausage biscuit and some tea. That they brought to me about 6 am. I woke up about 8. So the tea was watered down and the biscuit was cold but I was kinda hungry and my tax dollars paid for it.
So I go see the judge about 8:30 am. Holy shit, he is an intimidating man. He's about 60 and he's an actual badass. They tell me before I go in, it's yes sir, no sir. Understood. He lets me out on my own recognizance and gives me my court date and lets me go. I take a PTI, pretrial intervention, pamphlet and find out what I have to do. I take care of that shit before lunchtime. So I have to go to a meeting where I find out that I have to take a test at Clemson's health center to determine my level of addiction. I get a B, so that means I have to do the level A info class, which is mostly about alcohol and how it's hereditary and they give the source for none of their information. And I also have to do 6 sessions of group therapy. Sure. Also mostly about alcohol, but I ask the counselor if it's always about alcohol, she's says mostly, what are you here for, pot, oh okay we'll have some drug stuff next week. Good, at least I can learn some things. I really like the group sessions actually, very insightful and helpful and informational. I also had to attend 2 Narcotics Anonymous meetings and do 45 hours of community service. Damn, if you ever wanted to do "hard" drugs, you won't after a NA meeting. That's some shit. But it's an excellent program and would highly recommend it to anyone with a substance abuse problem. And I did my community service. And took one drug test. PTI costs about $350 and with the other fees, drug test, and all came to about $450. Small price to pay for a clean record.
And this whole experience made me realize that I wasn't being a responsible pot smoker. The list for responsible pot smoking comes from NORML, the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws:
I. Adults Only - Cannabis consumption is for adults only. It is irresponsible to provide cannabis to children.
II. No Driving - The responsible cannabis consumer does not operate a motor vehicle or other dangerous machinery while impaired by cannabis, nor (like other responsible citizens) while impaired by any other substance or condition, including some medicines and fatigue.
III. Set and Setting - The responsible cannabis user will carefully consider his/her set and setting, regulating use accordingly.
IV. Resist Abuse - Use of cannabis, to the extent that it impairs health, personal development or achievement, is abuse, to be resisted by responsible cannabis users.
V. Respect Rights of Others - The responsible cannabis user does not violate the rights of others, observes accepted standards of courtesy and public propriety, and respects the preferences of those who wish to avoid cannabis entirely.
Thanks for reading and hopefully you learned something. I'll talk about the History channel special later today.
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