Unfortunately the title of this post won’t fly with law enforcement and get you out of a ticket, or jail time, neither will “it’s not mine” trust me, and I was telling the truth.
I was traveling between two major cities in my state for a conference. I was close to 60 miles away from my destination when I saw those lights behind me. I was confused as to if I was even being pulled over considering the State Trooper was pulling me and another person over at the same time. She came off of a bridge onto the freeway coming up on me quickly; I pulled out the way considering I was doing 80 in a 75 (not exactly burning the road down); she motions for me to pull over. I did as I was instructed; while she was talking to the person she was racing to catch past me, two other Troopers pulled up. I sat there patiently figuring I’d get a speeding ticket, and be on my way. While waiting with my windows down, another Trooper approached me asking about the situation; I responded “I guess I’m being pulled over for speeding”. During our conversation he smelt smoke which I didn’t deny considering I had just smoked an Al Capone Cigar, showed him the empty package and butt. He asked “can I search your truck?” I obliged, I had nothing to hide. Even with knowing I had nothing to hide, I was still nervous. A female Trooper approached me asked me “do you have anything else on you?” I was COMPLETELY caught off guard; next thing I know they’re putting the cuffs on me for possession for marijuana.
A few days earlier, I let my homegirl borrow my truck to move, she picked up some guys from Home Depot to help with the move. They found a bottle with a sack in there. I pleaded with the Troopers that it wasn’t mine; that “I was on my way to work for a conference”; but he wasn’t hearing it. As the Trooper was writing the report he said to me, “that it didn’t make sense, that someone with my education, and career choice would have marijuana on them”; I agreed with him, that it didn’t make sense, but that didn’t help my cause, if it didn’t make sense, why was I there? He also kept saying “man it was some strong stuff too”, “it seemed expensive”, I guess to get me to bait, but my answer stayed the same, “it’s not mine”, “oh really, I wouldn’t know.” I wound up spending the night in jail, and having to travel back and forth 5 times in the next 6 months putting a total of 1,850 miles on my truck; paying bond, towing fees, attorney and court fees, spending a ton of time and money defending myself in this case over a few grams of marijuana that wasn’t mine. When we first showed up in court, my attorney told me “they had no evidence for the case (they had lost the bottle)”, using that he fortunately got the charged knocked down to possession of paraphernalia. I took the deal they gave of 3 months deferred adjudication, with the ability to get it expunged. I haven’t gotten it expunged, and I don’t think I will. I’m hoping that in the near future, this charge will be for me a badge of honor. I’d wear this case as a badge of a soldier who was injured in a war against a plant and the people who want to use a plant that’s known to be medicine. I’d wear this badge to hold in the face of America, and the rest of the world and let them know they were wrong about cannabis.
But even if the cannabis was mine, I know more productive things could have been done with my time and money. I am just one of countless casualties of America’s ridiculous prohibition of cannabis. Not just the failed prohibition of cannabis, but of America’s failed “War on Drugs”. I’m not a criminal. I’m a law abiding, tax paying adult who believes in the use of cannabis in any shape, form or fashion. I’m not a criminal, I’m a Stoner. This is my story, if you want to share a similar story shoot us an email at email@example.com.
The Professional Black Stoner listens to NPR during work hours and Shade45/SXM Fly after work and on the weekends. I enjoy good cannabis, good food, some aspects of the outdoors and craft beer, good whisky, vodka and cognac.