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[Feenix]

Anybody got one?
Please, Nothing that may break your security.

Some many years ago I was headed with the family from the deep south west to New England to a party. I had been told things were dry and asked if I could help out. Always willing to oblige, I had prepared a package of a couple of bees of Blue Mountains finest and buried it deep in the truck under the sleeper..
All was fine until we crossed the Delaware bridge into the Jersey strip notorious for interceptions headed into N.Y.C. Sure enough. in the wee hours, The dreaded flashing lights. I pulled over and when the Officer invited me out of the truck, a pack of 1.25s dropped on the ground at our feet. OOPs.
As ridiculous as it seemed, I had thought that I recognized the officer. Then it came to me. COPS. This guy had been on it and was famous for his effectiveness. A legend among cops, It was "His strip of road".
He politely asked me to the back of the truck and told me that "He wasn't interested in small fry and if I just gave it up he would dump it out and let me be on my way". I had seen his episode where he had said the same thing to a kid who believed him, and who ended up in jail anyways for a small bag. Then, the frisk and a cursory look at the drivers area. Nothing. He was getting pissed. Then the threats of the dog and how bad it would go for me if I made him do that and go through the trouble of stripping the truck and trailer we were hauling. I wouldn't blink. Finally, after about an hour and my documents proved in order, almost in the shadow of Rahway State Penitentiary where he'd put me if he could. He made his decision, had me assume the position again, and before the cuffs, did a more thorough pat down. When he felt the butt in my back pocket that he had missed the first time, he was disappointed when it turned out to be the half cigarette I had put out at the last service center gas up instead of the roach he expected as he dug it out of my jeans.. That butt saved my butt as I explained in an embarrassed manner that I re-rolled my butt tobacco to save money, trying to justify the papers.. After another 30 second unblinking face to face and eye to eye , he bought it and I was on my way, shaky from receding adrenaline and promising myself, never again.

 

[Muddy]

I lived most of my adult life in NJ and know the cop you are talking about. He's a state trooper who's probably retired by now but did have quite the reputation for drug busts. He's been written up in the newspapers many times. LOL, they wouldn't have sent you to Rahway, that's for the hard core killers and rapists. You would have gone to Trenton State! Quick thinking on your part, congrats.

I was headed to the Stanhope House one night, toking on a J and passing through Sparta, NJ, which was notorious for pulling people over. I got more traffic tickets in that town than all others combined. It was winter and had the car heater on high and the window open. Here comes the flashing lights. I was doing 45 in a 35 mph zone. I swallowed the J, turned the heater fan on high and took my sweet time finding a place to pull over. Fortunately I kept my cool and produced all the right documents. If the cop smelled anything he didn't let on. Just checked me out, gave me a warning and sent me on my way. Fortunately I had veteran license plates on my car and I believe that's why he cut me the slack. Those plates saved me several tickets.

 

[Ronin]

I too grew up in Jersey.
But thankfully no longer reside there.
I could write a few books with all the canna war stories afforded me living in the Garden state.
But as a wise man once said.." admit nothing and deny everything"
I survived 25 years in New Jersey. I guess that makes me a Canna War vet.

 

[opi8250]

One time headed to a conceat with a bunch of friends, and half a pound crammed under the seats, we decided to pull over for some taco bell and a doobie. We parked in a secluded, empty side of a big parking lot, and started puffing away. I noticed mall security watching from a distance chatting on his radio, and sure as shit, a cop pulled up moments later.

He spoke to us 1 at a time. Threats of searches, and dogs, and jail time were thrown around. I had 1/8th in my pocket, so I quickly handed it over and told him iit's all I had, and my friends had been unaware that I even brought it.

I'm not sure if he bought my story or not. After he took my bag, there was a call on the radio, and in the blink of an eye, he was screaming out of the parking lot with sirens blaring, and 5 more cars ripping down the road right behind him.

To this day, I'm convinced we were saved by a double homicide.

 

[fweedom]

Closest encounter I had was about a year ago. I was leaving my bros house from getting a haircut and smoking some when I got pulled over for a sticker that wasn't valid.

I had a backpack with bud, scale and all that good stuff right on the front passenger seat cause I wasn't going far at all...what also didn't help was the rasta dreadlock hats I had draped over my seats since Halloween just passed lol

After telling him I didn't have a license and stuff on me he asked calmly "do you mind if I search the vehicle?"

First thing out of my mouth was "uh actually I do mind my mom told me not to just let the cops search the car for no reason" I was like 19 and the car was under my mom's name so it was the first thing I could think of without seeming too suspicious haha

After I refused to let him search he got instantly mad I could see it on his face, he then asked me to get out of the car and the first thing he said when I got out was "so wheres the weed at?" And started searching my pockets and only found some money I looked at him like he was crazy and said I didn't have any. He then says "you wanna play tough and make things hard for me I can too Ill just tow your shit right now" I didn't care I just didn't want him searching the car lol I kept just calmly denying everything and even showed him how I still had loose hairs on me from just getting a haircut

When he went to his car to do whatever I called my mom and told her to come where I was, when she got there he gave her a ticket too for letting me drive her car with no license and he let her take me home...He didn't even tow the car either so I got away that day with a few tickets I thought I was gonna be eating shitty bologna sandwiches that night lmao

 

[mauricem00]

back in the late 70's I broke my knee playing football. after the cast came off my doctor told me that I could see a physical therapist or take long walk to build up my knee. after one session with the most sadistic woman I have ever met I decided to start taking long walks in the evening.a buddy would join me and we would smoke a little ditch weed and stop by Denney s for a munchy brake about a block from home at 10pm a cop stopped to ask what we were doing I told him that I broke my knee playing football and my doctor told me to take long walks to strengthen it. he said you better get home before you get into trouble and then drove off.I was a little buzzed at the time and only after he left did I realize that the cigarette that I was smoking while talking to him was a joint. this was before it was decriminalized in that state and I could of gone to jail for a few years but I guess he really liked football LMAO I may have been a member of Mensa with a 165 I.Q but I was not a bright kid did a lot of stupid things back then

 

[OutofAfrica]

Back in the year 2003 I lived out in South Africa and was in my early 20s . Me and my mates use to spend our weekend drinking , smoking weed and driving from bars to house party's in my old ford escort . At the time the market for weed was dry and me and my friends managed to buy a kilo brick of swazi gold which we kept a 1/4 and sold the rest out the boot of my car over 2 weeks . We had all the weed stashed in with my subwoofer box on the weekend in question and where just hitting house party's having a drink or two there break out the weed and the stuff sold itself as no one could find any at the time .

It was around 2am (not my finest hour ) and we where on our way back from buying a case of beers and coming up to a four way stop . The view in all directions was clear so I slowed down a bit and drove throw . As we are pasting throw the junction I look to my right and see the white cop van pull out of the fuel station and the lights came on . At this point all three of us in my car had a open bottle of beer , OH SHIT . I pull over and pass my beer to my friend sat in the front with me as the 2 officers get out of the van .

This being South Africa I was not worried about the drink driving so much as the police are more corrupt then me but we must have had about 400g of swazi bricks tucked away in the back . The first officer came to my window as the other circled the car with his flash light . I gave him my licence and he asked how much I had had to drink and why we did not come to a dead stop at the four way stop . I replied by saying to much . He asked me to get out of the car . When I got out the car the second officer knew me from school and cut us a break . He asked my friend in the front if he was thirsty as not many people drink 2 beers at once and laughed . He ask if the keys where in the car and told me to get in the police van .

The nice officer then drove my car home with my 2 mates in it and I had to follow with the dick cop in the van who gave me loads of shit about drink driving and boy racers . When we arrived at my parents house he left the car on the drive and warned that if it was seen again that night they would lock all three of us up . One word ,Luck . That was the last time I ever got behind the wheel of a car under the influence.

 

[Feenix]

I lived most of my adult life in NJ and know the cop you are talking about. He's a state trooper who's probably retired by now but did have quite the reputation for drug busts. He's been written up in the newspapers many times. LOL, they wouldn't have sent you to Rahway, that's for the hard core killers and rapists. You would have gone to Trenton State! Quick thinking on your part, congrats.

That's him. Actually a nice guy. I can see how he could rack up such an impressive score. Personable. Ruthless in his job. Not easily angered. He thought, no, he knew I wasn't kosher and only got pissed when all else failed.. Some sense told him to pull me that night and it wasn't an empty road. I drove fine , all lights working , His gut was talking to him true again., I just got lucky. He blinked first and I say this with no disrespect to him. If I hadn't seen the show, and been good at remembering faces, I might have given up my small well hidden head stash and it would not have ended well.

Bet your butt I kept better track of my wraps after that.

That tag rates you some slack in the streets. Thanks for serving.

 

[Feenix]

I too grew up in Jersey.
But thankfully no longer reside there.
I could write a few books with all the canna war stories afforded me living in the Garden state.
But as a wise man once said.." admit nothing and deny everything"
I survived 25 years in New Jersey. I guess that makes me a Canna War vet.

At my age, I can look back far enough to where there is only a mist left where I might have started and I might have been. I've worn more than a few hats, in each was a name. I never left one hanging that I'd worry about losing. That's the old me of maybe a misspent youth. Today I have meds, memories, and a couple more hats, just in case it rains.


Its a wise man who quotes wise men.

Thanks Ronin, for re-enforcing my original warning.

 

[Ronin]

At my age, I can look back far enough to where there is only a mist left where I might have started and I might have been. I've worn more than a few hats, in each was a name. I never left one hanging that I'd worry about losing. That's the old me of maybe a misspent youth. Today I have meds, memories, and a couple more hats, just in case it rains.

Amen brother.:tiphat:
I can share a story of irony though...

This took place in '98 before medical and recreational cannabis was legal here in Colorado.
A friend of mine was in Boulder on his way to meet me and a few friends in Denver.
On his way he got pulled over.
Of course he was smoking weed at the time.
So he opens all the windows and airs the vehicle out. But forgets his bowl and 1/8th on the passenger seat.
The cop comes and gets his license and such, and then asks him to come to the back of the vehicle.
While back there he asks my friend "got some pretty smelly stuff, huh?"
Well my friend being high as hell and not thinking says.."at least I'm not smoking the schwag"
The cop gives him a pissed off look...
He then proceeds to search my friends vehicle..
After ruffling through the car, the cop comes back and hands my friend his license and tells him to have a nice day.
Of course at this point my friend is thinking he's on Candid Camera or some shit...
When he gets back into his car he see's that the cop has confiscated all his weed.
Except for one nug and his bowl, which the cop left on the dashboard for him.
I guess he'd been revenued.
Just on a whole other level.

When I was told this story I knew I was living in the right place.