this story takes place in northern cal me and a friend were driving my plymouth champ through guerneville when we got pulled over by two state troopers .they took us out and searched us i had a couple of drill bits in my pocket they asked me why i had them so i told them the truth, i make pipes .they said what do you smoke in your pipes, herbs i told em. they said what kind of herbs, lots of kind of herbs they said do you smoke marijuana i said yeh then he asked me if had any. i told we had smoked it all. he said "then why you so nervous"i said in case you havent noticed most people are nervous around cops, by that time i was emotionally charged i asked the troopers if they knew that one acre of hemp makes as paper pulp as four acres of forest that one mature plant puts out as much oxegen as some full grown trees and grows in a fraction of the time ,that a more efficent oil and fuel could be made from this better than any petro product i told them abought hemp for victory etc. the whole time i was preachin to cops im thinking abought somthing my buddist mother told me, that every day we affect things and people we come in contact with and its up to us how we affect them.i figured if i could get through to them maybe they would go back to there station and affect more cops .well to make a long story short we sat around for an hour talking abought everything from martin luther king to jfk they pulled me over for no muffler no registration no insurance and let me go with a fixit ticket for my muffler and let drive off but before i left one of them said 'im sold if it were legal i would smoke it 'i think what he meant was if it was legal i would tell you i smoked it.