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I had a few scrapes with the law before I actually got arrested. They were all alcohol or drug related and the police would slap my wrist and send me home due to my young age. They even kept me and three of my friends overnight once just to kind of scare us a little. We weren’t charged and they kept our drugs (I can’t imagine what they ended up doing with the drugs). I was finally arrested and charged with something when I was twenty years old.
A friend of mine who had gone to college (I had gone also but I dropped out; he stayed) came in town for a visit and to attend a friend of ours wedding. Me and this friend had a knack of always running into odd circumstances whenever we would get together and this weekend would be no different. We went to the wedding and then to the reception where just about everyone near our age was there partying. It was a great reception with plenty of wine, women, and song and I’m sure that anyone who attended it remembers it fondly. As it was winding down one friend of mine suggested we all go out to the pits (what is left of a place after the coal companies strip mine the area) and do a little swimming. It was night time and pretty late, but at that age who gives a crap. About twenty people in six or seven cars paraded out to one of the pits about three miles out in the country.
I had bought a quarter pound of pot for this occasion of which one ounce was for me and the other three ounces were for three friends of mine. I had been smoking a good portion of mine throughout the day and especially at the reception so I had about half of what I started out with by the time we got to the stripper pits. Once we got there we all started chucking our clothes and diving in the pits. The only light we had was a few flashlights, but it was a full moon, starlit night and there were young naked silhouettes running around everywhere. If it sounds like a dream come true, that is exactly what I was thinking right at that moment. I was swimming and splashing with some girls and I suggested we set up on the bank for awhile and smoke a couple of bowls. I got out of the water, dried off a bit with my shirt, and then put my underwear back on. As I was loading the bowl I watched three girls emerge from the water and I remember thinking…this is going to be a night I’ll never forget.
No sooner had I put the bowl down beside my half empty bag on the ground next to me than we heard some voices coming from the darkness. They were saying alright let’s party, let’s party. We were all straining our eyes to see who our new visitor’s were and by the time we did, it was too late…it was the cops. It was the Sheriff and two of his Deputies. They shined their light right on my bag of pot and my bowl which I had conveniently scooted away from. They got everyone out of the water and were shining their lights on the naked bodies as the girls protested loudly. The protests weren’t heard and I’m sure the cops were enjoying the view.
I had left the other three ounces in my visiting friend’s car and it wasn’t long before they discovered the evidence they had been searching for. They asked who owned the car and my friend stood up admitting ownership, where upon, they handcuffed his hands behind his back and escorted him back to their car. I didn’t admit ownership to the evidence lying on the ground nor did anyone else, but they confiscated it all the same. I remember seeing my friend being walked away in cuffs thinking I can’t let him take the blame for my stuff, so I told the Sheriff the pot in the car was mine. On went the cuffs and off me and my friend went to jail.
Everyone else at our party was either taken home or sent home. The only two that ended up in the clinker was my friend and I. I made a deal with the police that I would sign a confession if they wouldn’t charge my friend with the pot. I signed and they charged my friend with underage drinking…they were swell guys and I was screwed.
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Posted by Pauligan on 2008-01-09 08:01:43 | Rating: | Views: 120
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Oh bless you paul.
You are a true friend.
The is not many like you.xx
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Posted by bubblydi
on 2008-01-09 08:08:25
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I bought a pound of sinsemilla in 1983. I got ripped off. It didn't get you high. I had to give a lot of it to a black girl friend I had at the time. She was thin like me and very good looking. I had sex w/her once. The drugs didn't make for a good relationship and I quit street drugs a year later and haven't touched them since.
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Posted by QuickHitGondolin
on 2008-01-09 08:23:12
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hey paul I guess we got Lucky in vegas or you did I could have really had fun and someone to share the cell with...loved the story...being pals aint easy....(young guns)
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Posted by Wayne
on 2008-01-09 08:26:13
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Thanks Di, I would hope that there is only one like me. No use crowding up the world with a bunch of mees.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2008-01-09 08:27:55
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Drugs are a dead end, Gondolin. They are a path that goes in an endless circle. Good for you that you had the will to quit.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2008-01-09 08:30:04
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I think it's probably best that we didn't meet when we were younger, Wayne. We might actually still be cell buddies.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2008-01-09 08:31:45
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Thanks. I wish I could've gotten a very good long time friend to stop using them. I tried as recently as 1998. Once you use them, it's too late. The only way is to never high on them.
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Posted by QuickHitGondolin
on 2008-01-09 08:40:11
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I know exactly how you feel i had to o that for one of my good friends. I guess being a good friend is hard sometimes but I think its worth it...
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Posted by Whatsername
on 2008-01-09 12:27:46
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Drug abuse is a life learning experience that i wouldn't wish upon anyone, Gondolin. Some people don't learn the lesson...they die.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2008-01-09 13:38:07
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It's always worth it. That friend of mine is now a professor in Florida. We are still very good friends. If you are a good friend you will have good friends.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2008-01-09 13:39:59
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Bad boys -bad boys, whatcha gonna do,whatcha gonna do, when they come for you?
You bad boy Paul!
By the way, I love bad boys!
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2008-01-10 02:18:01
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You should see me in leather, LftH.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2008-01-10 07:55:54
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Good post Paul. What better friend than someone who stands beside you no matter what.
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Posted by scotslad60
on 2008-01-10 10:26:52
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That friend that I helped out all those years ago loaned me a sizeable amount of money when I first got out of college. He helped me survive a very hard time financially. What goes around truly does come around doesn't it, Jim?
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2008-01-10 11:41:37
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Here we go again huh, those drugs are powerful, but I only wish my Son was smoking pot, it's a hell of alot better then this RX shit.
It's a bummer that the cops rained on your parade. I hate to say it but I have never met a cop yet that I could trust. Sorry if I offended anybody out there! It has just my 43 years of experience with them.
By the way I bet you do look good in leather! :)
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Posted by trevorjohn
on 2008-01-10 12:09:24
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Actually I was doing more than pot back then, but yeah drugs are definately a dead end. I'll have to get some leather out and see what happens, trevor.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2008-01-10 21:55:44
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I would like to see you in leather.
Every coat I wear, is leather, black leather.
You should see me in leather.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2008-01-11 03:05:00
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Ok, I'll take you up on that, LftH.
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Posted by Pauligan
on 2008-01-11 04:06:37
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