[RKDinOKC]

The really funny part of that story...

I was mowing laws, doing high end stereo system installs, doing electronic assembly part time and working night shift part time in a machine shop. One of my stereo install clients, a late 40's banker asked if I could get him a Kilo of really good pot to impress his frat buddies at a reunion. Said I would ask around. Asked this group of guys on the night shift that smoked pot on breaks. Ah the 70's. Sure enough one of them knew a guy and I picked up a Kilo of high grade pot. That buy is another crazy story.

Then a couple of days later I was mowing lawns and had one of my nephews helping. It was a really hot afternoon so we stopped for some icee drinks then went to sit in the shade at the nearby park to cool off. As we are leaving the park this cop car backs into the side of my van, questions my driving and claims probable cause to search my van.

After thoroughly searching the van the cop somehow finds a roach in the bottom of the ash tray. Have no idea how it got there. I don't use the ash tray, it stinks up the vehicle. So, I assume after finding out this guy had called the police and gave a description of me and my van selling pot at the park, he had planted it earlier that day while we were mowing or out cooling in the shade at the park. I think the guy's motivation was that he wanted me to stop dating one of the girls I was dating.

Anyway, the police thoroughly searched my van before turning it over to my dad and brother that had come to pick up my nephew. Then after getting it home my dad and brother tore the van apart searching for more drugs. They found none.

Now for the first funny part. The chick this guy wanted me to stop dating was suicidal and I was just waiting for someone else to come along for her to latch on to so I could move on without all that crying suicidal break up bs stuff. If he would have just told me he was interested, heck, I would have helped.

Now for the really funny part to me. Neither the police or my dad and brother actually tearing apart the van found the kilo of primo pot that was in it at the time. It was in the grass catcher of one of my lawn mowers! Good thing they didn't have many drug dogs back then.

Ought to make a movie, eh?