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Thanks man. You too waffette. I am uber happy.Regarded wrote:lol congrats Andria, we all know how much you wanted to roll
buttermilk wrote:Sorry for the slow response, but here goes...
So on Monday night me and my girlfriend decided to finally make good with the neighbors who live above us. They had been harassing all my clients that came by my apartment basically because I blew them off on a smoke sesh a week before. I smoked them up on a blunt of chronic and then they invited us to go to the pool with them, even though it was after hours for the pool. We got some brews and headed to the pool. After being there for twenty minutes, a cop came by and told us we were trespassing since it was after hours. He asked us if we were 21 and we gave the natural response..."yes". He told us to leave and let us keep our drinks . We did. Twenty minutes later I invited two of my friends and my girl invited two of hers. We drank, smoked, whatever. About an hour later my two friends left. Apparently, our neighbors called the cops for what sounded like a guy beating on a girl in the apartment parking lot. The cops were snooping around just the same time my two friends left and questioned them as they made their way to the car. The girl was on probation and was searched. They found about 2.5 grams on her but her boyfriend didn't have anything on him so he was pretty much safe. They were asked where they came from, and after beating around the bush for a few minutes they finally gave the names of the apartment owners/tenants/leasers/whatever, me and my girl. The cops came down and beat on our door, yelling at us. My girlfriend panicked and demanded me to open the door. I panicked and opened the door, trying to slide out to talk to them. One of the three cops at our door put his foot in the doorway and said he smelled weed. They busted in and there was a bong in the corner of the room which he later said he spotted as probable cause while he was in the doorway. There were open alcohol containers everywhere. My girlfriend's two friends refused to take the field bac test or whatever. We were all arrested right there and shipped off in the paddy wagon. I was in and out of the cell being processed for a few hours, when this narcotics buff finally came in and talked to me. Apparently, one or a few of my clients was working with the cops, he had a pretty good estimate of how much bud I had and he knew it was all chronic. He gave me the option of waiting for the judge to sign a warrant in the morning or I could sign a consent to search form and get out early. I was faded and wanted to see my girl so I went ahead and signed. They found 5.5 ounces of dankness, around 700 baggies, $405 cash (which was also confiscated because it was with the weed and everything in my safe), and a digi. Aside from that, they confiscated two bongs, two pipes, and a bubbler. They also poured out my girlfriend's tequila.
My sister bailed me out.
Now I'm pretty much a bum, lost around 5000 dollaz worth of shit in that raid and don't have a dollar to my name. I'm busting my ass to get a job and me and my girlfriend already found a new apartment since we got evicted for drug trafficking.
^Holy shit, ouch... Tough call on the foot in the door.... If he smelled weed, that's probable cause, obviously.... What a piece of shit cop though... He was probably smart enough to extrapolate drug use.... Either way Butter, that sucks. Big time. Best of luck, brother.
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