Well, this one might bring a smile.
It was back in about 1972 and Me and a friend had just been told about magic mushrooms and shown how to find and collect them; it was great fun. After some months, I was going to visit some friends in another state and thought it would be cool to bring them some mushrooms, so I went out and filled a grocery bag and headed off to visit. Arriving, I thought to gather some folks and have a party since I had enough for 10-12 people. I dropped the bag off at one friend’s place and met up with a buddy who was quite notorious in the town where we happened to be and as luck would have it we were spotted by the local cops, who recognizzed my buddy and decided that we must be up to no good by riding around town at 4-5 p.m. (this is getting rather long so if you get bored, sorry!) Anyhow, as we were being questioned/ hassled I slipped the bag of pot i had with me into my shoe thinking they wanted my buddy so I would be safe. Well, some civic minded bystander saw me bending over and told the cops I was hiding something under the seat. Well, that meant a full search of the vehicle, but luckily not me as they did not find the bag. They did, however, decided to take us in and throw us in the drunk tank for good measure and to teach us to not ride around town in the late afternoon, I guess. Anyway, the cop says “put your shoes and belt over there and get in the cell.” I very carefully tossed my shoes and for once the universe cooperated and the tongue fell perfectly over the bag. Whew! The next morning they gave us our phone call and moved us in with the regular inmates. I had to get my shoes and I just knew they were waiting to see who the bag belonged to, but nope. I took my shoes and pot and went in the cell to join the rest of the good folks. I asked my buddy what he thought I should do with it and he said “lemme ask the man”. The Man being the biggest badass in the place. They said he was going on trial for murder, so yeah, badass, however he wanted to try smoking pot, which he had never done, so I started rolling and my buddy lit and passed them on. That was on a Sunday morning when the inmates were allowed to take a walk under guard, across the way to the nearest church, but today, for some reason nobody wanted to go to church. We had a grand old time in there that Sunday morning, smoking, drumming and one guy was an expert at playing the spoons, so we made the best of it. I made bail around noon but left the remains of my bag for my new friends. Still don’t know why the cops didn’t bust us all for smoking in jail.
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