In my life, I have had many "close call" experiences with ganja and the pigs (police). I have had occasions where I handed a cop a jacket with a bag in it and two pipes to be searched, only to have it thrown back in the vehicle, untouched. But I think this experience takes the cake. Me and two of my friends where setting out on ou 250 mile ride back home after a Kottonmouth Kings show in New Mexico. I had fallen asleep for an hour or two only to wake up in a town 90 miles past our turn. The driver had apparently zoned out and missed the turn by alot. So we turn around and not three miles after we get on the highway we pull into a border check. The officer is wandering what we were doing in the middle of no where at 3 am 90 miles past our turn. With no one in the car able to come up with a a good reason the little piggie asks if we mind if he runs a dog through the car. We ablige this walking chunk of pork and pull off to the side. Since we were returning from a kottonmouth kings concert we were well equipped for the trip. We had a total of 2 pipes 1 steamroller 3 joints and a Half ounce of schwag. So we get out of the car and out comes the dog jumping in and out of the car. I felt so helpless that i had to turn my head. All of the sudden the dog goes bezerk and starts barking crazily. At this point i have a vision in my mind of these three pigs beating us to the ground in the middle of the New Mexican desert and then releasing the dog on us. But just the i look over and the dog had a piece of fried chicken in its mouth that a friend (we will call Roach) had brought along on the trip for munchies. And so the pigs let us go! Aint that some shit!
Well keep tokin, stay safe, and Fu*k the pigs. BACK TO LEGENDS OF THE HERB