So I'm sitting here in my office, not two feet away with a rather full grow tent to my left, and several jars of meds to my right, a half-smoked joint still smoldering in my hand.... when a cop pounds on my door.
After a few seconds of panic, I answered the door. He wanted to know if it was ok if he set up a speed trap at the end of the driveway. Given how terrifying pulling out of my driveway can be, I encouraged him to do so.
Been at least 5 cars since then he's pulled over, and hes pulling them over right in my driveway. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here smoking the rest of the joint watching freshly ticketed drivers turn around at the end of my driveway before heading off.
And here I thought I was off to the pen.