I'm going to do some reminiscing in my journal from time to time......share some of my life's experiences. Good and bad.
Did I ever tell you about the time.......
that hubby (was boyfriend at the time) and I were pulled over for suspicion of selling drugs? Him, I and a white kitten named, Zeus, were tooling along in my little red 72' Vega, without a care in the world. We had just come back from Long Beach Island and were heading to Hightstown where hubby lived in an apartment at the time. All of a sudden there was a town cop behind us with his lights flashing. Of course, we had pot in the car. Hubby had a couple of joints in his cigarette pack. He pulled the pack out of his t-shirt pocket and gave it to me......I took out the joints and crumbled them in my hand. When the cop got out of his car, I discretely put my hand out of the window and dropped the evidence. The next thing we know, the State Police, the MP's and more town cops show up. We were asked to get out of the car......without our permission, they tore the car apart looking for drugs. We both were upset and highly pissed and wanted to know what the hell was going on! They told us that we were seen in town selling drugs. HUH?? We didn't even go into town!!! They didn't find anything on us (or on the ground.. Phew!) and had to let us go.......they busted our chops because hubby had long hair.....back then the cops always hassled people with long hair. They finally left and left us to straighten out the car. What was funny.....they never looked in the ashtray....heh....there sat a nice fat roach. Believe me, after that ordeal, we fired that baby up pronto and got the hell out of there.
Did I ever tell you about the time.......
that hubby (was boyfriend at the time) and I were pulled over for suspicion of selling drugs? Him, I and a white kitten named, Zeus, were tooling along in my little red 72' Vega, without a care in the world. We had just come back from Long Beach Island and were heading to Hightstown where hubby lived in an apartment at the time. All of a sudden there was a town cop behind us with his lights flashing. Of course, we had pot in the car. Hubby had a couple of joints in his cigarette pack. He pulled the pack out of his t-shirt pocket and gave it to me......I took out the joints and crumbled them in my hand. When the cop got out of his car, I discretely put my hand out of the window and dropped the evidence. The next thing we know, the State Police, the MP's and more town cops show up. We were asked to get out of the car......without our permission, they tore the car apart looking for drugs. We both were upset and highly pissed and wanted to know what the hell was going on! They told us that we were seen in town selling drugs. HUH?? We didn't even go into town!!! They didn't find anything on us (or on the ground.. Phew!) and had to let us go.......they busted our chops because hubby had long hair.....back then the cops always hassled people with long hair. They finally left and left us to straighten out the car. What was funny.....they never looked in the ashtray....heh....there sat a nice fat roach. Believe me, after that ordeal, we fired that baby up pronto and got the hell out of there.
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