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baddog · 12-05-2004, 09:45 AM

I messed up my knee when I was younger from climbing telephone poles. Had surgery on it and shit, but they were not able to make it right. The doctors could do nothing about it, but the pain was really bad, would wake me up in the middle of the night, like someone had stuck a knife in my knee, and was turning it.

They told me to take aspirin, but eventually the aspirin started messing with my stomach as I was taking it all the time. Eventually they told me to start using BS's, a powdered aspirin because it would disolve faster, and less harm to my stomach.

The doses came wrapped in wax paper, about the size of a bandaid . . . or a nice bindle.

Anyway, I used to store the stuff in my locker at work, in the glove compartment of my truck and car . . . anywhere that would be easy access for me to get it, should I need to.

One night I got pulled over by the cops, and they went thru my glove compartment and found a handful of these bindles, and thought it was coke.

I laughed at them, explained what it was and they arrested me for possession for sales. I was not going that easy, and argued with them that they were going to look pretty dumb if they did, so they decided to call out Flash, their drug expert. This satisfied me, so I sat in the back of the squad car while we waited for Flash.

Flash showed up, took one look and said, "book him." I was pissed, and I made sure their watch commander knew it when we showed up at the sub-station.

The watch commander said if I could get my wife to bring an unopened box within an hour he would let me go, otherwise he was going to wait until the lab tested it. I had no unopened boxes, and I knew it. By now it was 2 AM, my daughter was about 2 or 3 weeks old, and I had no idea who would be open where she could purchase a new box at that hour.

Long story short, about an hour later I heard my daughter screaming at the top of her lungs. My wife could not find an unopened box, but decided to give it a shot bringing in an opened box.

I made the arresting officers drive me back to my truck, and these cops that had been high fiving themselves (literally) an hour earlier were now pissed. It was an exciting ride back to my truck as they could not wait to get rid of me.

Funny thing is, they completely missed the joint I had with me.

12-05-2004, 09:45 AM
baddog So Fucking Banned Industry Role: Join Date: Apr 2001 Location: the beach, SoCal Posts: 107,089	I messed up my knee when I was younger from climbing telephone poles. Had surgery on it and shit, but they were not able to make it right. The doctors could do nothing about it, but the pain was really bad, would wake me up in the middle of the night, like someone had stuck a knife in my knee, and was turning it. They told me to take aspirin, but eventually the aspirin started messing with my stomach as I was taking it all the time. Eventually they told me to start using BS's, a powdered aspirin because it would disolve faster, and less harm to my stomach. The doses came wrapped in wax paper, about the size of a bandaid . . . or a nice bindle. Anyway, I used to store the stuff in my locker at work, in the glove compartment of my truck and car . . . anywhere that would be easy access for me to get it, should I need to. One night I got pulled over by the cops, and they went thru my glove compartment and found a handful of these bindles, and thought it was coke. I laughed at them, explained what it was and they arrested me for possession for sales. I was not going that easy, and argued with them that they were going to look pretty dumb if they did, so they decided to call out Flash, their drug expert. This satisfied me, so I sat in the back of the squad car while we waited for Flash. Flash showed up, took one look and said, "book him." I was pissed, and I made sure their watch commander knew it when we showed up at the sub-station. The watch commander said if I could get my wife to bring an unopened box within an hour he would let me go, otherwise he was going to wait until the lab tested it. I had no unopened boxes, and I knew it. By now it was 2 AM, my daughter was about 2 or 3 weeks old, and I had no idea who would be open where she could purchase a new box at that hour. Long story short, about an hour later I heard my daughter screaming at the top of her lungs. My wife could not find an unopened box, but decided to give it a shot bringing in an opened box. I made the arresting officers drive me back to my truck, and these cops that had been high fiving themselves (literally) an hour earlier were now pissed. It was an exciting ride back to my truck as they could not wait to get rid of me. Funny thing is, they completely missed the joint I had with me.