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Albrecht
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I figured I'd share this story here, because I'm sure people here can relate.
This past weekend I take my dogs out to go to the bathroom, my mom's dogs actually, I was dog-sitting. Just as I get outside my front gate, I see this cop car drive past my driveway only to screech to a halt, throw it into reverse, and end up pulling up right in front of my house. Watching this transpire, I just got this horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, this kind of surreal wonder as to how this situation would play itself out. At this point I was thinking there was a very good likelihood that the cops would jump out of their cruiser, show me a warrant, and I'd be spending the weekend in jail for growing marijuana.
So the cop riding shotgun jumps out of the cruiser and asks me where I live. I say, "This house here." He says, "Which house?" And I point to my house and say, "This one." At this point I figure now that I've identified myself as the person living in the house he has a warrant for, he is going to tell me to serve me the warrant and ask to be let into my house to begin the search.
Thank GOD thought that the next thing he asks me is if I had heard any screaming. Immediately I knew they had been called to a domestic dispute at my neighbors, who have a history of this, and breathed a big sigh of relief as I honestly told him I hadn't heard anything. I finish taking my dogs out, and walk back in my house with a big *** smile on my face.
Throughout the short encounter I was very calm, almost resigned, but I definitely had a big taste of how incredibly stupid it would be if I ended up getting arrested for growing some plants. So in my own (thankfully) limited way I can understand what it's like for people who have been arrested for growing marijuana. Hopefully (knock on wood) this will be the closest I ever get to having this experience.
This past weekend I take my dogs out to go to the bathroom, my mom's dogs actually, I was dog-sitting. Just as I get outside my front gate, I see this cop car drive past my driveway only to screech to a halt, throw it into reverse, and end up pulling up right in front of my house. Watching this transpire, I just got this horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, this kind of surreal wonder as to how this situation would play itself out. At this point I was thinking there was a very good likelihood that the cops would jump out of their cruiser, show me a warrant, and I'd be spending the weekend in jail for growing marijuana.
So the cop riding shotgun jumps out of the cruiser and asks me where I live. I say, "This house here." He says, "Which house?" And I point to my house and say, "This one." At this point I figure now that I've identified myself as the person living in the house he has a warrant for, he is going to tell me to serve me the warrant and ask to be let into my house to begin the search.
Thank GOD thought that the next thing he asks me is if I had heard any screaming. Immediately I knew they had been called to a domestic dispute at my neighbors, who have a history of this, and breathed a big sigh of relief as I honestly told him I hadn't heard anything. I finish taking my dogs out, and walk back in my house with a big *** smile on my face.
Throughout the short encounter I was very calm, almost resigned, but I definitely had a big taste of how incredibly stupid it would be if I ended up getting arrested for growing some plants. So in my own (thankfully) limited way I can understand what it's like for people who have been arrested for growing marijuana. Hopefully (knock on wood) this will be the closest I ever get to having this experience.