My second run-in with SD sheriff's office at my front door with my plants laid out just inside, getting the west sun, will in part, be in today's incident report.
I called 911 because the little bit of smoke over in the alley a block over turned into a bunch of nasty smoke. I was on hold for a few seconds when I heard sirens coming, and hung up. Others had called already. Someone set a dumpster on fire.
The fire gets watered and I get to playing ball, inside, with Dabber. I was just out of sight of my front door when Dabber went barking at the doggy gate I have at the door, with the ball in her mouth. I expected to see my neighbor coming over for a dab. But it was a nice sheriff's person. I came out and he asked if I was Mr. Cox. I denied everything at first. But after several tense seconds of him looking at my license, I told him who I really was, who has never been Mr. Cox. Sheriff was here to respond to a 911 call that was hung up before answered. He chuckled at my driver's license picture because I made a funny face in mine. He gave back the ID and I invited him in to look around. He declined and went back to sheriffing.
Remember. My door is wide open. There are six, mid flower marijuana plants getting sun, just to my right front, side, and back, brushing against my leg. He was cool. He gave a few glances and didn't say a word. Many people don't like LEOs because of some great injustice that happened to a cousin, back in '84 and all LEOs are horrible. I think this thread is needed justification when I tell you I'm going to send a big Christmas card to my local barracks. A big card and special holiday brownies. Or maybe Danish wedding cookies. Everyone suspects brownies. No one ever expects the Danish wedding cookies. Or the Spanish inquisition.
I had not had my plants in front of my door all grow because too many people wound up seeing and smelling my plants. Today was the first day I did so. I figured it's Sunday. Who the hell is going to come by?
The picture is from another grow. It's just to show how things were sort of laid out.
I called 911 because the little bit of smoke over in the alley a block over turned into a bunch of nasty smoke. I was on hold for a few seconds when I heard sirens coming, and hung up. Others had called already. Someone set a dumpster on fire.
The fire gets watered and I get to playing ball, inside, with Dabber. I was just out of sight of my front door when Dabber went barking at the doggy gate I have at the door, with the ball in her mouth. I expected to see my neighbor coming over for a dab. But it was a nice sheriff's person. I came out and he asked if I was Mr. Cox. I denied everything at first. But after several tense seconds of him looking at my license, I told him who I really was, who has never been Mr. Cox. Sheriff was here to respond to a 911 call that was hung up before answered. He chuckled at my driver's license picture because I made a funny face in mine. He gave back the ID and I invited him in to look around. He declined and went back to sheriffing.
Remember. My door is wide open. There are six, mid flower marijuana plants getting sun, just to my right front, side, and back, brushing against my leg. He was cool. He gave a few glances and didn't say a word. Many people don't like LEOs because of some great injustice that happened to a cousin, back in '84 and all LEOs are horrible. I think this thread is needed justification when I tell you I'm going to send a big Christmas card to my local barracks. A big card and special holiday brownies. Or maybe Danish wedding cookies. Everyone suspects brownies. No one ever expects the Danish wedding cookies. Or the Spanish inquisition.
I had not had my plants in front of my door all grow because too many people wound up seeing and smelling my plants. Today was the first day I did so. I figured it's Sunday. Who the hell is going to come by?
The picture is from another grow. It's just to show how things were sort of laid out.
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