chronicinjury
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My parents live in a gated community that is patroled by some rather useless security gaurds. There's a trail attached to the neighborhood that leads to a secluded area with a water tower... nobody ever goes out there, so when I was 16 I adopted the spot to park my car and smoke J's, and that's what I've been doing for eight years ever since. So many great memories of being spliffed out there in the woods. Well I don't actually remember much, but I remember that it was fun.
So about a month ago I was out there doing my thing in my special place, completely spliffed out of my shit, when suddenly, to my surprise, the security gaurd rolls up in her stupidass truck... the gaurds are seriously wortheless and never do anyhting except go around asking people their names... so anyway, little ms. rent a cop comes up and predictably asks me my name. I ask her why she wants to know, she replies that she needs to make sure that i'm a resident. I "politely" point to the sticker on my windshield which clearly indicates my residency, and promptly excuse myself. She doesn't give me any problem, but I'm sure she made some kind of report since my car reeked and it was rather obvious what I was doing. She probably got my license too.
A few days later I went back to the spot thinking I'd be ok. I got about an hour out of it and damn near killed of my whole bag.... my car was FULL of smoke.... then, out of nowhere, the same gaurd rolls up again right beside me. I was scared as shit because I was too stoned to talk my way out of anything this time. She approaches me car, and this time cuts right to the chase and asks if I'm on drugs. "Um... no... uh-uh... no drugs..." She was actually very nice, and said she just wanted to make sure i was ok, but noted aloud that my eyes look glossed over. She assured me that I wasn't causing any problems and that she wasn't going to have me arrested "or anything like that". I certainly didn't admit to anything, but I apologized anyway and promised that it wouldn't happen again, and she allowed me to leave (as if she had any say in the matter).
So I resolutely stayed away from the spot for a few weeks. Unable to accept that my favorite smoking place had been overrun by rent-a-cops, I decided one evening that it would be OK to go out there and stay few just a few minutes. I also parked in a more obscure spot where I couldn't be seen from down the trail. Anyway, I hadnt been there for even five ****ing minutes when I spot the security gaurd in my rear view mirror. WHAT the F*CK? Did they install some kind of ****ing pot dectector out here or something? It was a different guard this time, a guy, and I told him that I was just listening to music and talking on my cell phone. I hadn't even lit up yet and my car didn't smell or anything, and I told him that I didn't appreciate being hassled for no reason and that I was going to complain. He said that I was OK that that there had been come concerns over a red Camry associated with several "robberies" in the area (which is positively laugable, we're out in the middle of the ****ing woods, he doesn't even know what a robbery is, and there hasn't been a single BURGLARY in the neighborhood in the 20 years that I've lived there).
So it appears that I can no longer smoke in my spot, and I am deeply pissed off about it. I am thinking about lighting up on the golf course or at the clubhouse at night to retaliate. I'll leave a huge pile of burnt shit and a bag right there on the damn poker table. I also need to get my post count up to 50 so i can read my PMs, so I figured I'd indulge you all in my story of getting caught smoking three times in the same place. Peace.
So about a month ago I was out there doing my thing in my special place, completely spliffed out of my shit, when suddenly, to my surprise, the security gaurd rolls up in her stupidass truck... the gaurds are seriously wortheless and never do anyhting except go around asking people their names... so anyway, little ms. rent a cop comes up and predictably asks me my name. I ask her why she wants to know, she replies that she needs to make sure that i'm a resident. I "politely" point to the sticker on my windshield which clearly indicates my residency, and promptly excuse myself. She doesn't give me any problem, but I'm sure she made some kind of report since my car reeked and it was rather obvious what I was doing. She probably got my license too.
A few days later I went back to the spot thinking I'd be ok. I got about an hour out of it and damn near killed of my whole bag.... my car was FULL of smoke.... then, out of nowhere, the same gaurd rolls up again right beside me. I was scared as shit because I was too stoned to talk my way out of anything this time. She approaches me car, and this time cuts right to the chase and asks if I'm on drugs. "Um... no... uh-uh... no drugs..." She was actually very nice, and said she just wanted to make sure i was ok, but noted aloud that my eyes look glossed over. She assured me that I wasn't causing any problems and that she wasn't going to have me arrested "or anything like that". I certainly didn't admit to anything, but I apologized anyway and promised that it wouldn't happen again, and she allowed me to leave (as if she had any say in the matter).
So I resolutely stayed away from the spot for a few weeks. Unable to accept that my favorite smoking place had been overrun by rent-a-cops, I decided one evening that it would be OK to go out there and stay few just a few minutes. I also parked in a more obscure spot where I couldn't be seen from down the trail. Anyway, I hadnt been there for even five ****ing minutes when I spot the security gaurd in my rear view mirror. WHAT the F*CK? Did they install some kind of ****ing pot dectector out here or something? It was a different guard this time, a guy, and I told him that I was just listening to music and talking on my cell phone. I hadn't even lit up yet and my car didn't smell or anything, and I told him that I didn't appreciate being hassled for no reason and that I was going to complain. He said that I was OK that that there had been come concerns over a red Camry associated with several "robberies" in the area (which is positively laugable, we're out in the middle of the ****ing woods, he doesn't even know what a robbery is, and there hasn't been a single BURGLARY in the neighborhood in the 20 years that I've lived there).
So it appears that I can no longer smoke in my spot, and I am deeply pissed off about it. I am thinking about lighting up on the golf course or at the clubhouse at night to retaliate. I'll leave a huge pile of burnt shit and a bag right there on the damn poker table. I also need to get my post count up to 50 so i can read my PMs, so I figured I'd indulge you all in my story of getting caught smoking three times in the same place. Peace.
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