I havent checked that doc, but Im purddy damn sure, I am okay here in Everett, Washington. Yep... the 'feds' may come after us. But our locals wont help them.We voted for it and the feds have no business, I dont care what the conservatives say. It doesnt hurt anyone, even when its fucking abused. And it can and is used as medicine for alot of people. Its been proven time after time. it has NEVER killed anyone. And if you must know.... most people are better drivers when they are high. Most people are better at everything if they have smoke/eaten the right herb for that day. Contrary to lore, it actually helps concentration. I am struggling to find something truly bad about it besides its price.... oh yeah... in some states they will put you in fucking prison for growing it or selling it or getting caught with just a little bit. Now I know... some people will say... 'its against the law!'... If you dont like the law....'... 'you get caught, its your fault; deal with it'.... and I have. Ive been 'caught' with it 2 times. In 1975 and 1986. In '86 the judge said...'Looks like you have an 11 year addiction to marijuana'... No.. Im serious... he said that. And I laughed. Shouldnt have done that. Guess how much they caught me with?
I was riding to a hardware store, in his truck. We were half way finished with a joint, I saw the cop and swallowed it. He did NOT see that. But he said he smelled it. He checked our ID and I had a parking ticket warrant from 10 years before, that I did not know about... He asked to check the truck and when they did, they found this little wooden pipe in the very back of the truck in his fishing tackle box. I was homeless at the time and my friend had a really good job and was buying a home and paying for a divorce, so when the cop asked who it belonged to, I gave it no thought and said it was mine. On the way to the jail, I was sitting in the front seat, without cuffs. I noticed the cops clipboard with my charges and laughed. He asked what was funny and I said, he wrote possession of marijuana, but it was just a pipe, so I figured I would get it thrown out on a technicality. When I went to court, I proved to the judge that the parking ticket warrant was not for 'me', it was for the van I was driving at the time, and it didnt belong to me and I was on the job and it was their van! I evenwent back to the company and got paperwork from them and a letter from the owner telling them it wasnt my ticket, it was theirs. So when I proved I was honest aboput the original reason they stopped me, I figured he would believe me on the pipe story. So he sent me to talk to the prosecutor. She asked me if I knew the charges and what I was facing. I did not, I found out. Because it WAS my second charge.. they were going to throw the book at me. She actually said that. And... she was drop dead gorgeous. I found out that 'throw the book' meant 10 years in prison. ....BUT... I said, It was a pipe, not actual marijuana. So she shows me this ream of paper and tell me that they had the pipe 'chemically analyzed' and found that their was 'in fact'... 0000000.1 nanograms of marijuana, 'and that Mr. Warren, is possession'! I was stunned.
Oh... you want the REST, of the story?? Kris Haynes??...... ... As I stood there stunned, Im sure I was drooling, what she said hit me like a stroke. I couldnt imagine doing 10 years... not at 29 years old. So, she finally said..'We are willing drop the charge to paraphanelia, if you will plead guilty'. I was relieved. 'And what is the penalty', I asked. She said. 'One year in the county jail'... my relief was short lived. And we walked back into court. After telling the judge the complete story, he sentenced me to 1 year, and sent me with a guard to a room behind the courtroom. It was this big room with about 15 rows of chairs with 25 chairs in each row. On the outside of the room were a series of little rooms. And there were only a few people sitting and I was told to have a seat. As the room filled up, I noticed that I was less than 20 feet from the elevator and could easily just walk out and get on that sucker. And I thought about it. After about an hour the room had filled and was almost empty again. I approached a lady who appeared to be a receptionist and was about to say something when she said, 'Sit down, we will be with you when we can'. I sat back down and again the room filled slowly and then emptied slower. 2 more hours had passed. I was getting hungry and frustrated and got up again to ask, and she said, 'Well be with you in just a minute, sit down.' It was about another 1/2 hour and this tall guy in this really nice suit came out and called my name. He took me towards this room that no one had gone into or out of and was out of the way. There was a small desk and 2 chairs and a light right out of Dragnet. Pointed right at me. He scribbled on some paperwork and asked me to tell him about myself. So I told him about being homeless and going thru a divorce and that I was helping a friend redo his house and we went to the hardware store, blah , blah, blah... He asked me about the parking ticket that had gotten me arrested. Then he got personal and asked about my family. And about my youth. He asked me what I did during the day, being homeless. I told him that I had lots to do, trying to find work or a job; and I would visit my grandmother and sometimes she would force me to take a bath and she would even fix me something to eat, but most of the time I would pretend I wasnt hungry. After a few more minutes, he pushed himself away from the desk and said, 'Ill be right back'. So I waited. Like I had a choice. I had visions of a couple of jailers and a guard dog, and a set of cuffs. He seemed to be gone for about a day, but it was probably less than 20 minutes, and he returned. Alone. And sat down. Seemed a bit bothered by something. He told me that he talked to my grandmother, and I was horrified. I couldnt imagine why he would talk to her, or how he knew her number or anything. My parents had already moved out to Washington and my brother and I were trying to 'make it' with the band from Wichita. So.. How could he know about my grandmother. He said, ' You are lucky you have someone like her watching out for you'. I asked him what he meant. He said, 'She said that you are the best grandson that someone could have, and that you help her and take care of things she cant handle. She was upset that you were in trouble at all because you dont cause trouble and are always helping others. She got real mad when I asked her if you drink, I thought she was going to cuss me' He really said all that and I was confused. He pushed a stack of papers at me and said, 'Sign here'. I of course did. He said, 'Now stay out of trouble for the next year and this will go away'. 'You are free to go'. I walked to my grandmas house to talk to her about the whole mess. She already knew about the hearing and everything before I went. I always told her everything. When I got there, she opened the door and said, 'Oh, Im so glad to see you, I didnt know what was going to happen'. 'Well', I said. 'IWhatever you said to him is what got me out of trouble, what did you tell him?' She said, 'I just told him the truth.'
I asked...'What truth?' Thats when I found out that she had told him about how I helped her feel safe after Grandpa was murdered and I was always around and how I wasnt like most people. I didnt drink to excess ever,(that she knew of) and never fought with anyone. Thats when I found out that the guy with the courts had been on the murder investigation of my grandfather 16 years before. And thats why he was bothered when he came back from talking to my grandmother.