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100 lines
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I was driving my old beater-car across Rte. 2 in Vermont on my way to the
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University of Vermont where I would be starting my second year. Driving
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55 mph was not a problem since my car doesn't go much faster, anyway. I
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was passing through Plainville, or some town like that, when I saw lights
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and sirens behind me. I knew I had not done anything wrong, but my car,
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being plastered with every Dead, Phish, and other stickers, it is an easy
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target (I guess). Pulling to the side of the road to let the officer
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pass, I realized he was also slowing and puling off behind me. UH-OH!!!
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I had nothing of an illegal nature in plain view, but not knowing what
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the availability at school would be early on in the semester, I brought a
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three week supply of Maine Hydro along with me (personal consumption
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only). As I was slowing down, my McDonald's fries dumped off the
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passenger side seat from the sudden decelleration. Reaching for them as
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they fell I would soon realize to be a mistake.
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"Licence and Registration please."
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I handed both over.
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"Do you know why I pulled you over?" queried the VT state trooper
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"No, sir, I don't" I replied
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"You don't have any contraband in here do you?"
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"No, sir." I said assurredly
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"You have a brake-light out" he said
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(I was thinking, he would only know that my light was out once I started
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to slow down, after he was following me with his siren)
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"Are you sure you don't have any weed in here?" he asked again
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"No, sir."
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"Where are you going?"
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"UVM, sir"
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"How come?"
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"I'm a student there. I reached for my Student ID and handed it over"
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I noticed you reached for something when I pulled you over. You're not
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hiding anything are you?"
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"Actually, I was startled and my Mcdonalds fries dumped all over the
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floor" I gestured to the potato mess on the floor."
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"Driver, exit the vehicle" he said, his mood getting quite stern.
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He had me lie face down on the highway while he proceeded to unpack all
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the stuff I was taking to school with me, clothes, books, EVERYTHING!!!
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All the while, telling me to face front, and that I couldn't watch him
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search my car. He ripped a hole in the back seat looking for stuff.
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Finally, he came up with a bag of seeds, a brand-new unused protopipe,
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and some clean brass screens, still in the wrapper.
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Complying completely, I stayed motionless on the ground, watching all my
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clothes drift across the highway as he threw them about.
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He ordered me up to unlock the trunk. (I guess he thought he found the
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mother-load) I did so, revealing more clothes and an empty (helium) ;)
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tank. "Ohhh, he said, "nitrous, huh? I remember soing this stuff in
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school"
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"Well, its just an empty tank" I explained as he tore it out of the trunk
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and brought it to his car. "Let me check to see if its stolen"
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It wasn't. I purchased it fair and square.
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He gave it back and warned me not to fill it in Vermont, its illegal.
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When he found the Ganja, he put it in his car. I thought for sure I
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would be taken with him to the station. Instead, the mutherfucker said,
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"I did all that shit in college, too. I'm not going to arrest you,
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there's not enough here to make a difference." And he left with all my
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weed and gave me a 100 dollar speeding ticket.
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I know I shouldn't complain, I was "lucky" in some people's eyes. Now,
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granted, I got off pretty easy (although VERY shaken up), but the FUCKING
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COP STOLE MY WEED!!!!!!!!! He even admitted to smoking reefer in the
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past as well as doing Nitrous. He knew damn well when he pulled me over
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why he was pulling me over and it had nothing to do with a tail-light or
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speeding (neither was applicable...I was going below the speed limit and
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my lights in back worked fine.) I lost half of my belongings to the
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other side of the highway, and the other half was ruined and all messed
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up. This ass hole got a brand new protopipe, lots-a-weed and was
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probably living the **HIGH** life for the next few weeks. I, in the
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meantime was stuck with a fat speeding ticket for not even speeding. He
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told me that if I protested the ticket in court, he would produce the
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evidence, which I knew was his own personal stash, since he didn't report
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any of it. If you're out there, Pig, I have one final word for you:
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FUCK YOU!
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p.s. There's plenty of kind bud in Burlington, VT. Check it out
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sometime.
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