EyesOfTheWorld
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Where I live, growing cannabis is legal. There’s a regulation they can’t be viewed from a “public wayâ€, but that means (IMO) a city owned street or sidewalk. From my deck grow, that ain’t possible. Anyways my doorbell rang at 7:59. I don’t like my doorbell being rung that early unless it’s Ed McMhaon with a big fat check. But he’s dead so that ain’t happening. Anyways a second after the doorbell rings I hear this pounding on my tempered glass door. I answer the RING and see the pigs, and the pig banging on my door. DO YOU MIND!?!? You’re waking my neighbors. And you’re damaging my property. “Are you home?†one asked. The only proper response to that is NO. They said I had to move my plants inside. I said I’m legal per the statute. They said no, I’m not. I said, well then we disagree. You don’t like it, talk to my attorney. And then I hung up. Did I say I loved technology? You know what the fine is for violating the “public†part of the law? $25. Two Jacksons and an Abe. Plus, a judge makes the decision. I almost hope they figure out how to write me a ticket. But I ain’t answering the door. They can’t prove who I am. They can’t even prove the plants are cannabis. All they have is suspicison. I have a neighbor who’s willing to host them in her yard, so I’ve always got that route. But I’d still rather pay a couple of $25 fines than give in to Mr and Mrs Pork Chop. I can’t believe in this day and age not only is it legal to grow the stuff, but you can fuck with popo along the way. This is what the Founding Fathers wanted.