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moose eater

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mudballs said:
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I sang this acapella, wearing only blue jeans and love beads, barefoot, while sitting at a picnic table outside the daylight basement in a house I was renting part of when I was 15 in SW Michigan, and the vice cops were excited about finding and taking my 74 tablets of acid in a pill bottle and twelve 6"-8" spindly Mexican or Colombian cannabis plants that I had under a fluorescent shop fixture. They also took 2 syringes they libeled me over in the bust report, so that was the first thing removed from the list of seized items when I confronted them about their assumption that the needles were used.

I'd eaten 4 tabs of the acid the night before and was just getting to where I could talk again when the cops first came to the front door upstairs..

I met a cop that day for the first time, a uniform guy. They'd called him in for back-up to babysit me while I sat at the picnic tale out back while they searched the place. He ended up being a decent guy and became like an older brother to me. Same last name, but no relation.

As I was singing this and stomping my bare feet in the sand, clapping tempo, he said, "You think you're pretty tough, don't you." I replied, telling him, "Me? Tough? Nope, I don't get up every day, put on a badge and a gun and proceed to go out and tell others how to live. I'm not tough at all."

George was cool. As stated, we became friends, and there were things that were off the table, so to speak. Heldin trust.

He'd only wanted to be a cop long enough to become an attorney. He never made it to being an attorney, but he was a great guy and a fair cop.

 
whiteberrieS

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moose eater said:
I sang this acapella, wearing only blue jeans and love beads, barefoot, while sitting at a picnic table outside the daylight basement in a house I was renting part of when I was 15 in SW Michigan, and the vice cops were excited about finding and taking my 74 tablets of acid in a pill bottle and twelve 6"-8" spindly Mexican or Colombian cannabis plants that I had under a fluorescent shop fixture. They also took 2 syringes they libeled me over in the bust report, so that was the first thing removed from the list of seized items when I confronted them about their assumption that the needles were used.

I'd eaten 4 tabs of the acid the night before and was just getting to where I could talk again when the cops first came to the front door upstairs..

I met a cop that day for the first time, a uniform guy. He ended up being a decent guy and became like an older brother to me. Same last name, but no relation.

As I was singing this and stomping my bare feet in the sand, he said, "You think you're pretty tough, don't you." I replied, telling him, "Me? Tough? Nope, I don't get up every day, put on a badge and a gun and proceed to go out and tell others how to live. I'm not tough at all."

George was cool. As stated, we became friends, and there were things that were off the table, so to speak. Heldin trust.

He'd only wanted to be a cop long enough to become an attorney. He never made it to being an attorney, but he was a great guy and a fair cop.

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I'd never sort business with one, but yeah there are OK ones. In jail there was a skinhead one that said once "I dont bic my head every morning for no reason" he was a woodcop
 
whiteberrieS

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Miss the signature function, it's gone cuz bandwidth shits, server costs. Donate when you can, we can get our sigs back.
 
moose eater

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whiteberrieS said:
I'd never sort business with one, but yeah there are OK ones. In jail there was a skinhead one that said once "I dont bic my head every morning for no reason" he was a woodcop
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George lived down the street from me (my mother's house) when I was 15 and 16, was a veteran, and was as fair as he was treated.

I was back there to pick up some lbs. of weed and a lb.+ of hash in the winter of '81/'82, and I stopped by his house to see him. His wife let me into their bedroom where George was sleeping from the night before.

He and I knew 2 different classes of tokers. The folks he often got called out for were often looking for trouble. The ones I knew were either looking for more weed, a burrito or Oreos.

I told him he needed to locate a better class of stoners and change his perceptions.

He told me he'd pulled over a couple of harder core bikers the previous week, and while he was gesticulating in explanation to them about the issue that caused him to pull them over, his palms raised upward in explanation mode, arms down but outward a bit, one of them put a cigarette out in one of his palms, and George flat-out knocked the guy out.

We laughed hard, him lying in bed from the night shift the night before, and me sitting in a chair next to his bed.

He was a good guy. If you were popped for a bag of weed, and you were able to contain yourself, he was the cop you wanted on the scene, because you were probably going to go home.

 
whiteberrieS

whiteberrieS

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moose eater said:
George lived down the street from me (my mother's house) when I was 15 and 16, was a veteran, and was as fair as he was treated.

I was back there to pick up some lbs. of weed and a lb.+ of hash in the winter of '81/'82, and I stopped by his house to see him. His wife let me into their bedroom where George was sleeping from the night before.

He and I knew 2 different classes of tokers. The folks he often got called out for were often looking for trouble. The ones I knew were either looking for more weed, a burrito or Oreos.

I told him he needed to locate a better class of stoners and change his perceptions.

He told me he'd pulled over a couple of harder core bikers the previous week, and while he was gesticulating in explanation to them about the issue that caused him to pull them over, his palms raised upward in explanation mode, arms down but outward a bit, one of them put a cigarette out in one of his palms, and George flat-out knocked the guy out.

We laughed hard, him lying in bed from the night shift the night before, and me sitting in a chair next to his bed.

He was a good guy. If you were popped for a bag of weed, and you were able to contain yourself, he was the cop you wanted on the scene, because you were probably going to go home.

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George, aka El Jefe, make him chief and I move to your county senior, si mon, Viva la palabra
 
moose eater

moose eater

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whiteberrieS said:
Do you do a nice elk jerky?
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I used to make a fair bit of very tasty moose jerky; never made elk jerky. Haven't had moose in the freezers for three years now. Used to be the primary meat in the house. If I don't get my spine surged upon again (maybe this Fall, soon) then I won't be doing anything like that from my own moose meat anytime soon.
 
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