In Central park back in 1981 while waiting for my acid connection to come back with my 1000 hits, I was sitting on one of the giant boulders minding my own business when I smelled the best weed I had ever smelled in my life to that point.
Needing to know where the smell was coming from, I walked around the rock {about 100 feet around} when I saw a mounted {On horseback} NYC Cop toking on a fatty. I walked up to him and put my hand up asking for a toke and he coughed as he handed half a joint to me and left without saying a word.
It was the best weed I had ever smoked in my life to that point because I had to go and sit down after my first toke and I almost missed my acid connection with my 1000 hits.
I also smoked with a few NYC cops back in the winter of 1980 in a hunting camp in Upstate N.Y. and it was their weed.