Close Encounters with the Law
"I was down at the Owego Creek with my old high school boyfriend. We'd hooked up with each other after marriage, divorce, children, and he was now teaching health education at the middle school across the street from where I lived. So one sunny summer moing my children were with their grandparents and he invited me out for a drive in his old blue VW van. We lit up our big fat joint (he'd supplied it and rolled it, mine were always thin and fell apart after two tokes) and enjoyed it together, looking out over nature, alone together, sans enfants, and who pulls up on the road above us, a State Trooper.
"I am now 66 1/2 years old. I am a presently retired from almost 35 years of practice as an orthopedic surgeon, and while this was not 100% of my own volition, but it is not really such a bad thing. My father was a general practice physician as was my grandfather and great grand uncle, while Father's brother was an inteal medicine specialist, which was somewhat unusual in that time. Both my father and uncle graduated from Detroit College of Medicine and Surgery (which eventually became Wayne State School of Medicine) in 1921. Dad was 55 when I was bo and 60 when my sister came along. He died of a second stroke ( the first left him with no sig residual) in 1958 when I was 10. I had always thought that I would go on to become a physician it just seemed like the thing to do although it was never stated by Dad "in so many words."I did go on to graduate from Wayne State School of Medicine 1n 1974.
"Many years ago I was driving around the Big Island of Hawaii. Naturally, I bought some weed and it greatly enhanced the experience! But the trip was coming to a close and I still had a fair amount left.
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"My brush with near-life-imprisonment came in Nepal. I was visiting my friend Carol, a fashion designer working in India. One weekend, we took a short flight to Katmandu and as soon as we arrived, she said, "Let's find some ganja." Which we immediately did, as itseems she knew where to look. After a fiery Nepalese supper, we made it back to our modest hotel with our treasure-- one bud for Carol, one for me.
"Hello! My name is Stefanie. I am 51 years old and have been smoking pot since my brother introduced it to me in the fifth grade. College graduate, no jail, no heroin. I pay my taxes. Hate to have to hide my usage...
"I'll just say there have been several very scary close-encounters. To imagine a productive, intelligent, creative individual getting into so much trouble for something so helpful and harmless is preposterous. To think that so many have spent our lives in abject fear of those whose job it is to protect is a tremendous failure of our society. We aren't criminals and to have lived most of our lives in fear is a shameful reality. I'm relieved there is light at the end of the tunnel."
"I was traveling from Fresno to Ventura, CA via Amtrack. There is a stop in Bakersfield and the remainder of the trip is by bus. After leaving the train I was headed to the bus to get to my destination. I noticed a group of people surrounding the luggage by the bus I was to take. A plainclothes officer asked me my name. After telling him, he said the drug dog had alerted them to my baggage. They asked if there was any drugs in it and I responded, "no." I explained I did have a recommendation for marijuana so I was legal and there has been plenty of weed in that bag in the past. They asked if they could look and I stupidly allowed them to look. They found nothing. That made sense because I had edibles in my pocket. The dog apparently noticed and came over to me. I just kept loving him up, scratching his ears and distracting him. He'd walk away then come back to me. One of the officers said, "He really seems to like you." I agreed, lol. I hopped on the bus to see many judgmental staring eyes on me. I took a seat, started talking with 3 other women. I explained what had happened and they all agreed it was absurd that they would check my bag so thoroughly. I'm a 64 y.o. grandma and legal! On the way to Ventura I talked with my 3 new friends and even shared my edibles. I made a few friends that day but one tued out to be a kind, understanding woman who happens to also be a grandma. I'm actually grateful that incident happened or I wouldn't have made a very dear friend who also happens to grow weed. And it felt pretty good to be sharing my bounty with others who were very appreciative."
"A Cautionary Tale (Note: names, dates and locations have been changed or “vagued” to protect both the innocent and guilty)
"Three concert quickies: KISS, L.A. Forum, 1976(?): I had a Tic-tac container with a few joints in it, covered with electrical tape. I have it tucked into my sock beside my ankle. L.A. cops doing the pat-down at the door. The cop touches my ankle, pulls out the container and asks "What's this?" "A case." He hands it back and waves me through.
"MY STORY. I am now 66 1/2 years old. I am a presently retired from almost 35 years of practice as an orthopedic surgeon, and while this was not 100% of my own volition, it is not really such a bad thing.My father was a general practice physician as was my grandfather and great grand uncle, while Father's brother was an inteal medicine specialist, which was somewhat unusual in that time. Both my father and uncle graduated from Detroit College of Medicine and Surgery (which eventually became Wayne State School of Medicine) in 1921. Dad was 55 when I was bo and 60 when my sister came along. He died of a second stroke (the first left him with no sig residual) in 1958 when I was 10. I had always thought that I would go on to become a physician: it just seemed like the thing to do although it was never stated by Dad in so many words.
"It was probably around '95-96.... A former friend/roommate wanted to go back home in Califoia (we lived in Michigan) for a 4 day weekend. Well, we scored 2 oz of some KILLER weed, and it was the best I ever had. On our last night there, we had partied for a few hours and wanted to get some food. so we ended up @ Taco Bell at 12-1am. The drive thru was moving so slowly. My friend had the bag between us, stinking up the car badly. Well, there was a cop car with K9 dog behind us. The dog was barking like crazy for what seemed like forever. We just wanted to get our food and get out of there. We finally did, and and as we were about to pull out of the lot, 2 more cop cars pull in.
"We were married in Sept. of '85 and had a honeymooned in Europe for 2 weeks. We'd flown from JFK into Belgium on People Express, the first low-cost economy airline, for all of $99 each way. (Oh yeah.) But our real destinations were Paris and Amsterdam, in that order. We loved both. But Amsterdam stood out for what it still stands out for. And George was like the Pinball Wizard at an arcade -- in heaven.
"If my long-term memory serves me, back when I was 16 - 17, I had a part-time job working at B.Altman's dept. store. This would have been around 1973-74. I worked as a stock receiver, which being under 18, was the only job B. Altman's would give me. So I worked in their caveous basement, with its long, long rolling metal tracks for moving merchandise, receiving stock of all kinds, checking it against the invoice, & pricing it with a sticker gun or a tagger that I would set to the directed price. (This, BTW, is how I leaed that doubling the wholesale price was the standard business protocol in retail, and that merchandise was originally priced-up to be marked-down for an eventual "sale"; a good bit of education for a teenager.)
"We were newlyweds, recently back from our 2-week honeymoon. It was a heady time. And NYC was supposed to have a hurricane. Hurricane Gloria. G-L-O-R-I-A. A BIG hurricane; history making. New Yorkers were being advised by the news media to buy flash lights and extra batteries, to stay home and put masking tape diagonally across our windows so as to prevent their shattering and being blown inside. Schools were closed, the casinos in Atlantic City closed, even Wall Street was closed down. Elsewhere, there were evacuations. It was to be a doozy of a hurricane.
"During the summer of 1981, Tom and I took a road trip vacation to Nova Scotia, Canada. Bearing in mind this was pre 9/11, crossing the border into Canada wasn't much more involved than crossing the border into another state. We had a stash that Tom initially thought would be best concealed in my purse, as he didn't think they'd ask for it. Shortly before getting to the border inspection gate, Tom had a premonition that that wouldn't be a good place for it after all. Instead, he put it behind the lens of his camera. When we got to the inspection, the first and only thing the border guard asked to inspect was my purse! Phew! Disaster averted! Sherry, Chicago"
"Several years ago, the hubs was doing a bit of 'creative' gardening (in our veggie garden) and was within a week of harvesting. (I should preface this with the fact that our neighbor - who occasionally shared the benefits - was going through a nasty divorce at the time and his wife was very, very vindictive) The hubs had gone to run some errands and I was home alone when there came a knock at our front door (we don't get too many visitors as we live on 17 acres in beautiful Tennessee country) When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was a very, VERY tall uniformed officer. His partner was in plain clothes (later found out he was a detective with the Narc division) They were very polite and told me that they had received an anonymous 'tip' (neighbors wife) about some questionable 'veggies' in our garden, and they wanted to take a look. I froze and the next thing that came out of my mouth is something I will NEVER live down with our friends. "Sir," I said, "...it's my husbands garden and I can't give you permission to look." I continued, "Could you come back in an hour when he'll be home?"
"I'm 29 years old now and 4 years ago I lived in Malaysia, and as you all know it's a Muslim country and ganja or whatsoever is prohibited. All my times there, I only come back to my country (Nigeria) one time a year and during that whole year I don't smoke due to the country's law, me and my friends call it rehab time for us.
"I have been smoking marijuana since I was 12 years old. I was bo and raised in Northe CA, the heart of the Emerald Triangle, and my first taste of it was from a friend whose step father was a cop that grew it...but this is not my brush with the law.
"i was speeding to get to work and i had a lot of weed in my trunk and a 1/4 in my pocket. got pulled over for speeding and the officer was just going to give me a waing. i thought he was going to make me stay in my car and give me the waing ticket, but nooo. he asked me to come into his car. i reeked of pot and thought i was going to get busted. he handed me the ticket and then asked me if i have been smoking pot today. without skipping a beat i said " yep" that is why i was speeding because i smoked some at my house. he asked me if i had any on me and i told him "no" i left it at home. he asked me if he could search my car and i said ok. my heart was beating 10000 MPH, but he said he trusted me since i was so honest with him and did not search my car and let me go. from that day on i never had that much weed in my car again. -- tommyfnw"
"When I was forced to take a pic with a DARE police offer and his big ass German Shepherd dog ,I was shitting bricks! I had skunk on me, a good eighth LOL. Dog did not attack. Back in the Dazzzzzzzzzzz!"
"2 weeks ago on a visa run to Laos I was smoking a joint overlooking the meekong river, waiting for the wife who was shopping, and a policeman pulled up in front of me and started staring. I'd seen something of a badge on his arm in the dusky distance as I looked side to side while smoking and lowered the joint in my right hand as he approached from the left, just in time I stubbed and scrunched it before he was in front of me.Then two soldiers with guns pulled up alongside him, they spoke and went to pull in to dismount and approach me. For the second they weren't looking at me as they pulled in I threw the joint behind me down the bank of the river and stood up, took a swig of water and walked away. They changed their minds and left me alone. I had more weed in the hotel and it really did spin me out until I left Laos. The seeds and sticks were so overpriced by the rickshaw drver that the police should have done the guy for ripping me off. Crazy thing is all the locals smoke it and want to sell it to you, and you can buy addictive sleepers over the counter at pharmacies. When I retured to the hotel, paranoia saw me flushing the shit deal I had bought. Asia is a perfect example of the control of big drug companies!"
"2 weeks ago on a visa run to Laos I was smoking a joint overlooking the meekong river, waiting for the wife who was shopping, and a policeman pulled up in front of me and started staring. I'd seen something of a badge on his arm in the dusky distance as I looked side to side while smoking and lowered the joint in my right hand as he approached from the left, just in time I stubbed and scrunched it before he was in front of me.Then two soldiers with guns pulled up alongside him, they spoke and went to pull in to dismount and approach me. For the second they weren't looking at me as they pulled in I threw the joint behind me down the bank of the river and stood up, took a swig of water and walked away. They changed their minds and left me alone. I had more weed in the hotel and it really did spin me out until I left Laos. The seeds and sticks were so overpriced by the rickshaw drver that the police should have done the guy for ripping me off. Crazy thing is all the locals smoke it and want to sell it to you, and you can buy addictive sleepers over the counter at pharmacies. When I retured to the hotel paranoia saw me flushing the shit deal I had bought. Asia is a perfect example of the control of big drug companies!"
"I was 17, in Fort Myers, FL, with two of my best friends. We scored some ganja from a cool local. It was 7AM & our most talented friend rolled us a beautiful joint. Walking down the serene beach, it was my hit. Had the j in my hand, saw an angry looking fellow storming towards us. Already high, I thought, "I'll just hold it like a cig" & continued hitting it. He came up to me & I basically blew it right in his face. "IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!" He was an off-duty cop. Us: "...yesss.." Glaring at me, he goes "WHAT IS YOUR NAME" "..Krystyn.." I wasn't about to give my full name. "WHERE ARE YOU FROM" he demanded. Me: "....far away...." My friends then stepped in & confessed, Buffalo. He then told me to destroy it. I truly did NOT want to litter on the beautiful beach so I simply said, "um, I'm not sure how." He then swiped it from me & ripped it up & threw it on the beach. "Get out of here." As soon as he walked away, we started laughing uncontrollably. We were to happy to be there (& to have found weed) to let it get to us. We walked right back to our hotel, rolled another joint, & carefully swam out into the ocean to smoke it. We thoroughly enjoyed the rest of our trip. And continue to joke about that early Fort Myers moing."
"I live on a small island town off the South Carolina Coast. About 20 years ago I was playing in a band. While on break, the piano player and I decided to duck out of the club for a quick 5 minute drive down the road to visit another club. As soon as we got in the car we lit up a joint. As we casually took a few hits we knew we didn't have long but it would be fun to just drop by to see the other group. Well, no sooner did we put away the half smoked joint we went around the bend in the road and came upon a full on road block. Oh shit... we quickly rolled down the windows and my friend who was driving, fumbled to get his licence ready.. Oh shit again he left his wallet at the club and didn't have his licence on him. We both tried to remain cool as the officer stuck his head in the open window and asked for licence and registration, my friend very politely explained we were musicians from the club up the road and"
"Part 2... (had editing issues) So my friend said to the officer we were just making a quick trip to just see the other band playing at the club just up the road and that he left his wallet at the other place..he looked at both of us and said hold on I'll be back... To this day we don't know how or why but the officer retued asked for our names and addresses and said "okay go ahead but you really need to have your license with you at all times" This experience was quite intense and something I will never forget... However, this was the second time I had a similar experience with this same friend, while driving none the less. All I can say is that both he and I are very conservative in appearance and as long as the odor of weed isn't around you'd never expect that we were weed smokers."
"My name is Ron. I'm a 45-year pot smoker. On my way to work one day, I smoked a whole joint. 5 minutes after smoking it, an old lady ran in front of my car trying to catch the bus that wasn't stopping. I ripped on my brakes and hit her and knocked her out of her shoes. Bus stopped, police came and put me in the back of the cruiser. Bus driver defended me. Old lady was OK. I reeked of pot, but I was let go. Was really scared I was going to get busted. Whew."
"Reefer was really new to our community. 1965. A friend and I sat down by the river bank preparing to roll one. I heard a car door slam so I got up and went up the bank to see. There was a cop and he was headed for us. I don't know why because he couldn't see us for the trees and where he was, further back. I tued back around and said to my friend 'toss it it's the cops'. Well he threw the bag into the river but it just sat there in a little eddy current. The cop saw it and with eyes as big as silver dollars stared at us like we were dealing heroin. He fished out the bag. It's been so long but he must have taken us into custody but released us. Then a day or so later a cop grabbed me downtown as I walked along and put a chem spray thing to my face. Didn't use it but just being safe. You know how a person can get when they are high and filled with adrenaline. I met my friend in jail. We only sat there for a few hours. My dad got me out. Then on our court date my friend got a new three piece suit and his wife was horrified that I only wore a nice shirt and clean jeans to the trial. Our lawyer said his piece but I could see he was embarrassed to be there with us. The cop testified under oath that he saw the weed in our hands and saw us throw it in the river. Impossible because of where he was when we threw it. Case dismissed. We were on the front page of the local paper. The first such case in several counties for sure. My poor parents. Oh well it's all over now. Deric in S. Minn."
"Two years ago while fighting a reckless driving charge in Connecticut (21 mph over the speed limit becomes reckless driving in Ct) my attoey tells me about a little known defense to beat the charge by claiming temporary diminished capacity (whatever that means). He tells me the judge will order me to see a private psychologist for about four to six sessions, and then the charge would be dropped. Since I was dealing with a psychologist at the time, going through a divorce, I figured why not. My attoey submitted the application to the courts for the program, and the judge accepted the application.
"After I completed an inteship in 1971, I was drafted into the military under special draft act #46 of the US Congress. There was a shortage of doctors in the military near the end of the Vietnam war. An excess of doctors were drafted, and I was given the option of postponing my induction for a year. I spent 8 months of that time traveling on a motorcycle across the US and into Mexico. I crossed the border into the US during Nixon's operation intercept. I had a baggie of grass stuffed in the handlebar of my bike. The US customs officer ordered me to park my bike and asked if I had any alcohol or drugs. I said yes, a bottle of Tequila and some drugs. When I told him I had some Valium and Demerol, he ordered me to bring them with me and took me into the office. He told his supervisor what I had and emptied my bag of drugs onto the desk. Vials scattered across it. I told the officer that I was a doctor, had been traveling for several months and that all drugs were legally prescribed. He asked me for proof that I was an MD. I showed him a copy of my state license, MD degree from medical school and certificate of inteship. I had collected these documents after a prior encounter with the law in Stone Mountain, GA. He shooed me out of his office and I rode away with my undiscovered stash!"
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"my name is bob & live i n nc,while @ work I left a half lid [oz] in my locker a co-worker found it & boss called law they had de-crimalized less than a oz.this was 1999.I only got a ticket & in court i got off lite: even when my co- worker showed to testify he didn't even get to."
"So one day, my 3 friends and I thought it would be fun to hot box my car, and then go and get some Culver's. After we smoked about 2 blunts and hit the bong a few times, we got some Culver's. This time they were the ones who supplied everything, and smoked me up. After i dropped them all off, being as stoned as i was, i totally forgot to tu my headlights off!! I was making a left tu, about 2 minutes away from being home. I see a cop and start to get super paranoid, suddenly he drives over the median and gets behind me. After the light tus green, i see his lights go off. I was SO terrified. My car reeked. He then tells me the reason he pulled me over was because of my headlight. Of course he smells the weed. He asks to search my car, and doesn't find anything because my friends luckily had taken all of their belongings when they left. He has me take a breathalyzer test, and of course it's negative. And he still proceeds to have me walk in a straight line and follow his finger with my eyes. He commented a few times that i looked high, and my eyes were red, i was so high i said " I had a rough day, been crying" and he proceeds to ask my "why?" and i bust out laughing, i was high as hell. Luckily, he wasn't an asshole and let me go home without further questions!! It was definitely a scary experience, but I still have never been caught after 3 years smoking. :)"
"While touring one winter with a very famous boy band in the 1990's we had concert dates all up the east coast and across the U.S.A. and up into Canada. As was the road rule, the bus driver was to stop at a rest stop a few miles before the border to "do a little house cleaning." Everyone got all of their stash and put it together. Having been touring for over 15 years at the time, some of us were very familiar with a lot of different crossings, back in the day before 9/11 and enhanced check points.
"I am 71 and have smoked, off and on, mostly on, for 50 years. My wife was stricken with Parkinson's and was struggling through a great deal of discomfort and difficulty to continue to work. My business was no longer viable. I decided to grow my own. Long story short...after 2 years I was arressted by the State Police and ultimately sentenced to 5 years in State Prison."
"Many years ago on our first vacation to Mexico - Puerto Vallarta - I brought a small baggie of smoke with me. I felt safe since we don't look like dopers, and anyway, going in to Mexico isn't usually a problem. I kept it in the room's safe - at a nice luxury hotel.
"1968 I was living in an apt with my friend in Arlington Va. We had just come home from work and had 2 friends over for dinner when there was a loud banging at the door and before we knew it FBI (before DEA) had busted in , slammed us against the wall, handcuffed us and off to jail.
"If you ever want to experience what it might be like to be busted somewhere in the Middle East, check out the classic film Midnight Express. Scariest flick you might ever see, and based on a real story....anyway...
"On a beautiful day my sister an I wanted to get high. We had no place to smoke because my dad was home an he don't like us smoking weed. Therefore I decided to ride my bike to stop thinking about it. Riding around, nice breezy day, and I see construction workers leaving a house. So then I go inside to check out the house and I thought why not smoke here haha.
"One day driving home from work, I specifically took the side streets so I could have a couple hits on the way home. I was driving my mini-van and didn't know I was speeding a bit and saw the red flashing lights behind me. My heart started to pound, palms were sweating and I kept saying to myself "I'm going to jail. I'm going to jail". There was no way you could not smell it.
"Years ago I lived in an upstairs condo. The condo across from me housed a very attractive brunette. We weren't really close neighbors just polite hellos and have a nice day types of interactions. I had a great job and worked a graveyard shift. I lived alone in my two bedroom place and enjoyed my privacy. The reason I enjoyed being alone was my indoor growing talents didn't need any roommates' help. Now this was in the late 80's and I had leaed from a Humbolt outdoor grower first who went indoors. So let's just say my private operation was well secure and quiet. I only sold large quantities and my clientele list was very trustworthy.
"When I was about to tu 60, I went on a whitewater kayaking trip my friend who didn't smoke pot at that time. We were going to Pennsylvania to camp out and run a river or two. Of course I brought a little weeed and a wooden pipe that I had since college days. We had to pass through a small town named Mantua, Ohio. I was stoned and fell asleep. My friend got stopped for speeding just on the edge of town.
"Back in the mid 80s, I was in the USAF when the military had just started drug testing. My high school buddy and I had enlisted together. I never really was a much of a head, but my buddy was. We both decided to make one last hurrah before we got caught by a military pee test.
"Dateline: Petersburg Alaska 1993. I spent the day helping a friend harvest and trim his crop of about 25 nice Indica plants. For the help, he gave me all the smaller trimmings, a garbage bag full. On my way out to Banana Pt. where I was living in my camper, a local police officer stopped me, I was driving too fast. My large female German Shepherd was in the truck with me. The city of Petersburg had just gotten a drug dog, and as the officer approached my truck I could see him leading the dog toward my truck. I thought, "great, now I'll spend the next year in jail for this whole garbage bag of shake". When his dog got to my open driver's side window the animal went insane barking and snarling, and obviously very intent on the garbage bag on my floor board. My dog was also going insane barking and snarling as the officer's dog set my beloved dog off on this frenzy. The officer pulled his dog away from my truck saying, "I can't seem to train this da dog, sorry for him barking at your dog".....PHEW.....The officer told me to slow down and have a nice day. I gave my dog a big hug, she saved the day just by being there!!!!"
"So I had moved into this fleabag motel on the coast in Hermosa beach, CA. I had done this because I had a view of the surf that was less than 300 feet from me and the surf tended to get great for maybe a few hours at a time and I would dash out and grab a few waves and retu to my one room hellhole. The landlord was scum of the earth rude but I tuned all that out just to tune into the ocean and the surf.
"The year was 1976. Downsville Louisiana was the unlikely location of a music festival, "The Outlaw Music Festival" to be accurate. One of my friends was the grandson of the local marshal who arranged for us to keep an eye on the police van that was parked in the vacant lot next to the cemetery. This location was to be the base for the police during the event. About 6 of us were camping out on blankets and of course were passing around smokes. At about 12:00 midnight, we had a visit from some state police who were just checking out the location. There was a small cloud of smoke still hanging over us as they pulled up. The officers asked what we were doing here and my friend proudly told them his grandfather had asked us to keep an eye on the van. The officers entered the van and looked around at the equipment. One shelf had some hardhats or helmets, can't remember which. One of the officers picked one up. All of us took a deep breath because the helmet next to it had our stash under it. The officers left without incident but the next day, their helicopter found our plants located just over the fence of the base."
"The year was 2013, I had just picked up about two 8ths of different strains of weed. Drove over to my buddiy's house rolled a couple joints and took the edge off of my busy day. I packed up, and headed out in my 1987 Flat black Chevy S10. The truck looked a little ghetto and so did I...at that time I had a full on afro and pretty baggy clothing. Anyway, I am driving down Wilson St. going through Harbor Blvd in Costa Mesa, CA and to my right I see four cop cars in the parking lot.
"Williamson County, Texas is not the place to get stopped for ANYTHING! My best friend and I were always " taking a road". That is when we would roll a joint and head out driving down the country roads getting high.
"KATHY, Papantla Veracruz
"Smoking with stupid people can be entertaining or, like they are, stupid. So one night my friend and I had a couple of joints rolled from the quarter I had just bought the night before. We were bored so we figured we'd ride out to the airport and go to the part where the planes take off and fly over you. Well, we get there and are riding around trying to find it (apparently they changed things around) and had to drive over railroad tracks. We kept hearing a train but could never see it (there were no railroad crossings with the arms the come down, you just had to make sure to look both ways). Well, after about the 5th time we go over the tracks and the train was right there. Luckily it was stopped but it scared us enough that we gave up and went home.
"lUis. I am 20 years old and around when I was 18 I got into a encounter with the police at a park, a week before halloween. It was 5 of us but the officer let 3 of my friends go since they had their own car. He smelled the weed in my car only. The police ended up finding 2 cigarillos. Since I didn't have a drivers license he made me call my parents. In the meantime, me and my friend started talking to the officer, one was rude to my friend, I got the lucky one. I cracked a couple jokes to unweird the situation and they started budging. We ended up talking about a ROTC teacher at the school I graduated from.
"I am 40 yrs old, and have been in a wheelchair now for 7 yrs due to hereditary progressive polyneuropathy. Many of my nerves throughout my body are being destroyed, causing partial paralysis in certain parts of my body, including my stomach, which does not allow me to eat properly, and I am in extreme pain most days.