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[Feenix]

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 like the foothills, 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.

Colorado has always been my kind of place. Now its even better. Denver is too high up for me, I like the foothills farther south. After a few days at altitude I start ailing. Though, I never had the good meds to combat it so maybe Aspen for a week to test, for medical science.:smoke:

I might end up there yet. Depends on what happens in Florida. Its where I would like to be. A no vote kills that.

 

[Muddy]

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.

He was working Route 80 out of the Netcong barracks for awhile. I remember him making a big bust, heroin I think, that got a lot of coverage in the local papers. Fortunately I never ran into him.

Yes, those vet plates have gotten me out of at least 4 or 5 tickets. One had me dead to nuts doing 80 in a 55. He really wanted to slam me but asked if I had actually served where the plates said. When I convinced him I had he let me slide but made it very clear it was a one time deal.

 

[Feenix]

He was working Route 80 out of the Netcong barracks for awhile. I remember him making a big bust, heroin I think, that got a lot of coverage in the local papers. Fortunately I never ran into him.

Yes, those vet plates have gotten me out of at least 4 or 5 tickets. One had me dead to nuts doing 80 in a 55. He really wanted to slam me but asked if I had actually served where the plates said. When I convinced him I had he let me slide but made it very clear it was a one time deal.

Either retired or brass by now. With his rep he could have soared. But 20's enough in that job.

Once is good enough when they got you by the short hairs.

 

[Grey Bear]

There has never really been a time in my life that I did not immediately strike people as "other".
Obfuscation was often necessary in what I was doing, because if their gut was tipping them off to "something", my outward image needed to be what they focused on.
If they are looking at me, they are not looking elsewhere.
The gut is never wrong, so you have to convince them before they ever ask, that what their gut is reacting to is in front of them rather than hidden, then they don't look any further.

The other thing that is important, is to have dealt with the consequences of your actions in the worst case.
If you have decided that it is really worth that cost, then being cool in the face of it is somewhat easier.
If you haven't looked that in the face, it is hard not to turn into a noodle when all hell breaks loose.

 

[Feenix]

There has never really been a time in my life that I did not immediately strike people as "other".
Obfuscation was often necessary in what I was doing, because if their gut was tipping them off to "something", my outward image needed to be what they focused on.
If they are looking at me, they are not looking elsewhere.
The gut is never wrong, so you have to convince them before they ever ask, that what their gut is reacting to is in front of them rather than hidden, then they don't look any further.

The other thing that is important, is to have dealt with the consequences of your actions in the worst case.
If you have decided that it is really worth that cost, then being cool in the face of it is somewhat easier.
If you haven't looked that in the face, it is hard not to turn into a noodle when all hell breaks loose.

Noodles usually end up in the soup.

Bear, That's one of the best philosophy's on it I've heard yet.

If one is inclined to "noodle" they might as well sit down and cry a little when they decide to do it. It might change their mind and save themselves the grief because it will do them little good afterwards.

I'll add that if you can't keep your game face, right up to and including til the barred doors swing open outward, you picked the wrong hobby.