When I was a kid, I liked to get blazed and go explore country roads stoned outta muh head.
Now where does this road come out?
It was more fun back then. Ya never knew how the road would turn out, since paved roads were far less frequent than today.
It's a little better today, in that you can't really get 'lost' in today's world.
I did find some cool things back in the day with this 'lost' method of exploring. I found the cathouse the local mafia ran back when I was a kid. I found a perfect 'make out spot' out in the country and NEVER got bothered there.
........oh that 3 door Pinto was handy with fold down rear seats!
I also found a remote rock pit that was abandoned. ........nothing for miles! It was good for about a year before the cops found about the place. The first time they raided us, they came with lights. We had our beer in a wash tub. We just took the tub out in the waster and sunk it. We kept our empties in a bag and the land wasn't posted, no 'No Trespassing' signs posted. They tried to arrest us for trespassing, but with no signs, they have to give you the
opportunity to leave without previous notification. If you then refuse to leave,
then you can be arrested. They didn't expect a teen to have some legal knowledge.
They lastly tried to bust us for the empties. We all told them we did a cleanup the first thing when we arrived. I guess it was good that I had a cooler filled with soft drinks, that I handed out when we saw the lights.
Dey wuz mad dat we didn't leave in the back of their patrol cars, but drove off in our own vehicles. I did make them mo' mad by telling them who my lawyer was, Dad's, and that I'd call him if we get pulled over after we leave. I mentioned retaliatory stop and official oppression.
I think I confused the F outta them with my legal knowledge. I never have hated cops. I've always hated bad cops. After that one jealous punk bitch pulled me over and gave me a BS ticket for 'Excessive Acceleration", when I didn't break traction nor break the speed limit. THEY created a monster and Bad cops have been on my shit list, since then.
That's the punk bitch I found at a party, making out with a very underage girl, with me calling the girl’s Dad and then the police a few min. later. Bam! Karma!
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