Ok, so last week, there was a report that my suitemate in college had some bud in his room, and the cop was there to search it, but no one was there to unlock the door, so they left. Now, Grant, my suitemate, is a complete douchebag and is always breaking shit and he's a dick to his family and little sisters and no one really likes him. BUT, he does not deserve to get busted just for some marijuana. So when he asked if anyone had been in his room, I said I didn't think so, but they were going to, giving him a heads up. Well, two nights ago, I went out around 11 and drove across campus, smoked a bowl in my car, blowing it out the window, and then went to Walmart and wandered for an hour and ended up buying a Toblerone, one of those fancy candy bars. I went back to the dorm and saw some friends and they said my eyes were a little glazed, so I applied some Visine again, as I did before Walmart. This was around 12:15. I live on the fourth floor, and no one is on the 5th, so I went up there and sat on a couch in the lobby. I ate some of my chocolate, did some stretching, laid down, then I started meditating for a little while. I ate about half of the Toblerone. One of my goals in college was to sleep on a couch in the lobby somewhere, as people do a lot when they are drunk or something, but this was Wednesday, and no one would be up on the fifth floor, except maybe the janitors in the morning, but that was unlikely. I had no classes until 4 the next day, so I decided to sleep on the couch. I took my shoes off, put my cell phone in my shoe so it wouldn't get broken or stolen, and went to sleep, slightly buzzed, but not much. I wake up around 2:30 and there is a cop, my CA(she's in charge of our floor) and four other people, all know me. Apparently, Grant had been locked outside the building, and instead of going to the front to use his key, he went around to the side, unscrewed a light cover and smashed it on the ground. Cops were called, and I guess not much happened, although he may be kicked out of the dorm. Two girls, one of whom was on 5th floor when I woke up, had come to the 5th floor because they thought they heard Grant running up there, and saw me on the couch. A few years ago, homeless people would wander in to our dorm and sleep, so they thought I was another homeless guy. They went and got the cop, and had him come up and investigate. So, the cop asks me who I am, why I am up there, where I live, and radios my name back to check if I am in the student list. Now, there's another guy here with my name, so it should have come up twice, but it did not come up at all. Luckily my CA said that I was on the list she received last week. He asked my room number, and asked the CA if Grant was in 442, and asked me if we were suitemates, which is true. This is what fucked me over, this association. Cop then asked me if I knew what marijuana smelled like. I said yes and he asked if I had been smoking it tonight, which I denied. Asked me if I was sure, I said yes. He gave me a few sobriety tests, mind you, this was 4 hours later after a small bowl, and some sleep. He moved his finger in two circles and then brought it in to my nose, and if I was high, then one eye would drift instead of following. I was sure I passed, but found out later I failed. I had to stick out my tongue, and pull my eyelid down. Then he asked to search me, which I gave consent. Said he was going to pat me down for weapons, he pulled out my two sets of keys, one for my car and dorm and such, another for the house my parents just bought, which I informed him of. He moved to my other pocket, and I told him there was a pocketknife, lighter and eyedrops, and maybe some change, and he pulled them all out. I have a corkscrew on the swiss army knife that is covered in resin from a few pipes, but he didn't see that. He asked about the eyedrops, and I said that I sleep in my contacts a lot (all the time) and they dry out. He pulled my wallet out, put it back, and asked if he could search my coat. He started to, and said that if I didn't have anything, I wasn't in trouble, so I said that me and some friends smoked across campus. I consider my pipe, weed, car, and radio to be my friends, so it was true. He only found cigarettes in my coat, and asked if I kept anything in HIS residence hall. I said no, and he asked if I was familiar with the narcotics dog, and said that if I keep anything in HIS residence hall, they would find it, and to tell my buddy Grant that as well. I went downstairs, net some friends that had been up there, explained that I wasn't in trouble or anything, and they said they didn't smell anything on me. Another witness, who has a good nose for it, and had told me my eyes were a little glazed, said he smelled nothing on me, and he knows what he's talking about. The next day, myself and another friend smelled my coat and shirt I was wearing and smelled nothing. The cop told my CA that the tip of my tongue was green, which makes no sense at all. If anything, it would be more brown, for the resin and such, right? Plus, all the chocolate I had eaten? He explained the eye test to my CA, so she could 'administer it to people'. Like she's going to go up to people and make them follow her finger, she told me the next day. So yes, I had smoked earlier in the day, but there was no evidence of it. I checked my eyelid when I got to my room, and they were a little red, but I had been sleeping, in contacts. The cop also checked the couch where I was, and even the candy bar. This guy was desperate to find some bud on me. I won though. Last night the drug dogs came through our hall, and sniffed the doors of our suite a few times, but found nothing. Learned my lesson helping Grant out, though. Yesterday he yelled at a girl for being loud, so I just went off on him for pulling stupid shit all the time and almost getting people arrested, breaking a light for no reason, getting the cops called, me almost arrested and the dogs through, and his response was, "It was fun, though." I can't wait till he gets kicked out.
Yeah. I figured no one would reply, since it's such a fucking long story. 3 people almost got arrested that night, but only one deserved it. I had a dream that I beat the shit out of him last night.
I do everything I can, man. Just to let you all know, I'm really trashed, but the important thing is, Grant, the dumbass that broke the lamp cover, he's a real prep, and al.ways wears button up strip-ed shirts, and after dreaming that I fought him and broke his nose, tonight after pissing I snuck nto his room and cut parts of the buttons off some of his shirts, and rubbed my manjunk and buttcoks on in his blANKET, SINCE HIS PILLOW WASN ;T THERE. I can;'t wait to read this tomrrow because I am always grmattically correct online and since I have drank a lot, I am fucking up. I had about six shots of Candadoian Mist, two Mike;s Hared Limenade, a Seagram's Liquid Haze, and a icee thing I made for some people with vokda, minute maid and ice. I'm going to smoke peretty soon, though. I love all of you, and marijuana and the joys it brings.
Ok, so I just got a letter in the mail from the university saying I was allegedly in violation of the policy pertaining to drugs, which states "Using, possessing, or distributing controlled substances as described in the Alcohol/Drug Policy." Please meet with this guy on January 27 at 2:00. Of course, I received this letter the Monday after the meeting was supposed to take place. This is bullshit though. I had nothing on me, no evidence of drug use, besides being associated with someone reported to have controlled substances. So now I have to meet with the Hall Director, explain that this is all bullshit, and then....go smoke some pot. The cops had nothing on me, the university has nothing on me. Stupid, incredibly stupid. I'll update everyone after the meeting.
A) there is no punishment for refusing a field sobriety test, they are obviously subjective and it's entirely up to the cop to decide if you pass or fail. Always refuse a field sobriety test, but in the same breath offer to take a breathalizer, asssuming you aren't drunk of course. B) If you were sleeping on a couch then they had no reason to search you in the first place, you should have said that you were a student, showed them your student ID (keep it on you at all times, it comes in handy), and told them to fuck off (Not in those words exactly, but be forceful and polite) C) The cops can pat you down anytime for any reason, so you have to bite the bullet on this one. If they feel anything soft and squishy they can then go through your pockets and search for drugs. Always keep your drugs in a hard, closeable container. D) The cops cannot search your pockets or your property without your consent. If they start to anyways state loudly that they can't do it. If you do not object, it is called "implied consent" and you are screwed later on. E) Just because your roomate is a dick doesn't mean they have the right to detain you or arrest you (arrest means that they limit the freedom of your movements, not that they cuffed you and put you in the back of a car after reading the miranda). Always ask why you are being detained/arrested. F) Give them your name, address, and other Identification requests, you have too, after that the only time you should open your mouth is to deny a search. G) Request a transfer, if your roomie is a dick and is getting you into trouble than the school should have no problem giving you another room. If they deny your request state that you feel physically threatened, and they have too. H) Never give the cops your wallet, or anything that you might think has drugs in it, obviously. I) A drug dog is probable cause for a search. J) Ask for a lawyer as soon as they start getting hostile, they can't ask you any more questions. K) The cops will lie to get you to incriminate yourself. They aren't your buddies and confessing now will hurt you later on.
I gave consent to the search of my person and my coat, because I knew I had nothing on me, so the cop had shit. He only decided I smelled like pot after associating me with someone he had just dealt with, and was reported to have pot in his room, which shares a bathroom with my room. Grant has been kicked out of the dorm, so I have nothing to worry about there. I'm not in trouble with the law at all, but I 'allegedly violated the drug policy' of on-campus living, so I have to meet with the residence hall director. It's just bullshit I have to go through.
Ok, since the letter was received after the meeting, and the cops nor the college has anything on me, I decided not try to reschedule a meeting. Yeah, it's looks better if I had tried to clear things further, but hey, if they really want to talk to me after everyone says it's bullshit, including different floor advisors, then they can come find me. And it's been a week or two, nothing's happened. They can suck it.
I read the whole story. Everytime I read those kinds of stories it makes me get mad and then I want to go smoke. I am glad everything worked out for you in the long run tho man.
Thanks for reading it, I really appreciate it. I'm just glad that this thread is still going, every so little bit. Shit makes me mad and go smoke too. I'm just takin it day by day, though. I don't keep anything in my room anymore, now it's all in my car. That's shit if I get pulled over, but so far so good. It's funny though, I've seen the guy I was supposed to meet with twice in the hall, once after smoking a J with some people and apparently we reeked, and then last night I passed him on the way to smoke another bowl, and I had an eighth in my pocket. But yeah, thanks for reading it. It's a lot, I know.
You know how you said you have always wanted to sleep on the couch... I've always wanted to sleep on the floor in someones hall. Like just right there in the middle like Chong did on Up In Smoke. And sleeping under a tree in the park would be nice but I have arachnaphobia... I might end up doing it anyways eventually. So do you have to go meet with those people now or what?
Here's the letter I got. I received it January 30th. January 20, 2006 Dear theshaman: It has come to my attention that on January 11, 2006 you were allegedly in violation of the University's policy pertaining to drugs which stats, "Using, possessing or distributing controlled substances as described in the Alcohol/Drug Policy." This policy is outlined on page 130 of the University Housing Guide to On-Campus Living. In order to discuss this matter, please plan on attending a meeting in my office January 27, 2006 at 2:00pm. My office is located here, questions/comments, call me, blah blah blah. Residence Hall Director. Note, the day I got it was three days after the scheduled meeting. I talked to the CA, in charge of my floor, she said she would talk to him. Not sure if she did or not, but the RHD hasn't done anything more, I've seen him in the hall a few times, nothing has happened. I'm done with it.
I've always wanted to sleep in random locations, too. In case you didn't know, that is. There's a couch in the building next to mine, and I want to sleep there, but then I think about how much sex must have been had there, so that kinda turns me off to it. And I don't want to mess with the cops again. I want to sleep in a park, I want to be homeless for a while. But I already was, sort of. There's a lot of shit I need to do.
I have always wanted to be homeless for a while too, Just to get the experience. That note they sent you was lame... you didnt get caught with anything...
even though i'm new to this forum.. i'd just like to give my two cents. Last year I was hotboxing my car on a saturdate night and the RSO (resident security officer) wrote me up for "alleged" possesion of marijuana, because i didn't have anything on me, and all they saw was the smoke from my car. anyways, i had to have a meeting and I just explained that it wasn't marijuana, it was just cigarettes. ANd they let me go, no charges or anything because it was just "alleged." Just deny, deny, deny and they really don't have anything on you.
