So this little experience happened last Friday. A taxi driver I had met had been pestering me throughout the week to try and buy some weed from him. My gut feeling told me that something was wrong so I stopped picking up the phone to him.
After school Friday, the teachers always sit around the local shop and sink a few beers. The guy in question had phoned three or four times during the thirst quenching, but I still wasn't answering him. It was time to go and I saw a guy flagging me down on the other side of the road. On closer inspection I could see that it was 'Taxi Guy' (don't know his name). So over the road I go and ask him what's up.
"I have the stuff that you like", says he.
"Okay, let's have a look", says I, the consumed beer having thrown out my earlier gut feeling and replaced it with bloated one.
So in my hand goes his product. 'Hmmm... what's this', I think as I glance at the packet of white powder and three tablets (two red one green) in my hand, but before I could say 'Monkey House', a fat arm of the law had come from behind and pinned me to the ground. Luckily for I, the stuff was in my hand and we were standing on a drain so I give the drugs to the local rats for them to enjoy. Phone and money stolen from my pockets, handcuffed and bundled into the car is I, and off to the police station we go.
On the way to the station I wasn't cooperating with the two 'police' and, with them already angered having not been able to succesfully plant the drugs, they slapped me around a little to try and get me to say what they wanted me to say. This wasn't going to happen so this went on for another twenty minutes or so.
We arrive at the police station and I'm taken upstairs where I get to see the last arrestees giving their bottle of Johnnie Walker Red to the nice policeman as a 'thank you'. I'm taken to the toilet to give a urine sample - clean. Now the 'police' that arrested me are really pissed off as they have nothing on me so... they leave the station with my phone and money in tow.
I sit reading the newspaper and smoking cigarettes for another couple of hours while the night staff are trying to establish what exactly happened. Once they finally click, 'Set Up Police' and 'Taxi Guy' are now looked for to be arrested. The balls now in my court!
The street dogs are found and told to return my possesions. They try and give me a smashed Galaxy SI saying it broke in the fall and it's my fault. My phone is an SIII and a different colour to what the street dogs were trying to make me take. Now the good police are really getting pissed off with the street dogs and demand that they go and find the real phone. After another hour or so, my phone is eventually returned, but my money not. At this point I just want to get home, my Friday night has been trampled on by some crooks and I need a nice big
. The good police were ushing me to press charges, but I wasn't up for it.Anyhow, my place of employment found out about this and were not happy one bit that I didn't press charges. So on Tuesday we were back in the station speaking to the Superintendent (a friend of the school director) explaining what happened and I got an apology from him (A hi-so apologising to a lo'ish'-so... that's a first for me
) and the dogs in question will 'be spoken to' (code word for 'Let's try and brush this under the carpet'.So all ended well in what could have been a very sticky situation.
The moral of this story: Grow your own weed.
Edit: apologies for any typos. lazy to go through it.
