When I was younger and dumber and partied a lot there was a cop friend and drinking buddy of my dads that would crash the local parties in uniform and on duty .He was pretty cool for a small town cop ,he would ask us who had the pot. Of course everyone answered we didnt have any and he would tell me to go look under his back seat and I would probably find a bag.He said if he had to take someone in for hellraisin they would stash their pot under the back seat to keep from getting charged with carrying it into the jail .He said he always had pot to give to us at the parties as he just drank and didnt smoke it .He would only arrest the ones that were being destructive or raising hell in town .If you were out in the country areas and not bothering anyone he would drink a few of your beers and leave you be .Pretty good to us ,all he asked was that we sleep it off before we hit the road .He was passed out at our house many times as he and my dad liked to drink moonshine .I still have his little billystick which is just a short lenth of leather with a ball of lead sewed into the end of it which I took from his patrol car when I had to move it out from behind my Trans Am which he had blosked in. I told him after he retired that I took it from his car and he said he never missed it and told me to keep it. This when I was all of 17 years old.
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John
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