...29 DEC 2005....0530 am....someone knocks at the door....dogs barking...I get out of bed and put enough clothes on to answer the door...

...sherriff's department...papers in his hand....my knees buckled...(I just knew it was search warrant)..

..there was enough weed in the house for 20 years..(hard time)....

...it was only divorce paper's...being served...he gave them to me and left...

..now ... if my knees can only carry me back inside...without collapsing.......
Dutch Pimp Reviewed by Dutch Pimp on . Your closest call.. Mine... my apartment. GF and I had loud fight. She had just stormed out of the apt. I decided I was going to smoke. Had an ounce lying on the living room coffee table in a baggie, wide open. No paraphanalia, hadn't smoked yet, hear a knock, thinking it is her. Open up, 2 cops. Noise complaint. Cop is talking to me while other is walking around apt. Cop 2 walks around living room. Stands 3 feet from open bag of weed. Looks around, scans room, searches both bedrooms, and they left. Rating: 5