a long, long, time ago ...
my best friend and i got in a scrap outside of a pool hall when i was a younger. we traded a couple shots, it was over, i went home. next thing i know im walking out of my garage when i see 1 of the local town cops walking towards me. he tells me that he wants to talk to me about a fight at the pool hall. at this point i know whats gonna happen next, and i got a sack of weed in my pocket ...
so we go through the details, he then gives me a quick pat-down, cuffs me and tells me to get in the backseat so we can go to the police station. comin from a small town, where everyone knows everyone, and the fact that the cop knew me, the pat-down was more of a formality and he didnt find my weed ...
on the way to the station im tryin like hell to get that sack out of my pocket, not easy when your doin your best too stay inconspicuous and look calm. with only a couple blocks from the station i managed to get the weed out of my pocket and i stuffed down in the seat ...
well, this wasnt the 1st time me and my friend traded a couple and we didnt see what the big deal was, but they gave us plea deals for 8hrs community service and told us to quit fightin behind the pool hall ...
so, that saturday we show up for our 8hrs, and our job for the day, washin and waxin the town cop cars. guess what i found? ...
my best friend and i got in a scrap outside of a pool hall when i was a younger. we traded a couple shots, it was over, i went home. next thing i know im walking out of my garage when i see 1 of the local town cops walking towards me. he tells me that he wants to talk to me about a fight at the pool hall. at this point i know whats gonna happen next, and i got a sack of weed in my pocket ...
so we go through the details, he then gives me a quick pat-down, cuffs me and tells me to get in the backseat so we can go to the police station. comin from a small town, where everyone knows everyone, and the fact that the cop knew me, the pat-down was more of a formality and he didnt find my weed ...
on the way to the station im tryin like hell to get that sack out of my pocket, not easy when your doin your best too stay inconspicuous and look calm. with only a couple blocks from the station i managed to get the weed out of my pocket and i stuffed down in the seat ...
well, this wasnt the 1st time me and my friend traded a couple and we didnt see what the big deal was, but they gave us plea deals for 8hrs community service and told us to quit fightin behind the pool hall ...
so, that saturday we show up for our 8hrs, and our job for the day, washin and waxin the town cop cars. guess what i found? ...