I was hitchhiking east from Los Angeles, heading back home to Canada, when I scored a honking big 4-finger ounce of Oaxacan weed for $10 (that'll give you some idea of the decade!). smoked a doobie and then a kind stranger driving an El Camino picked me up. long story short...as we were driving through the desert to my ride's destination of Needles, CA I started to get REALLY PARANOID (a la Hunter S. Thompson in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas). it got so bad I was convinced I was somehow being "set up" (for what I don't know) and ended up stashing my ounce between the seats when he wasn't looking. jumped out in Needles and went on my way minus my brand new weed. I've always felt kinda guilty about leaving the weed between the seats and I pray my ride found it before someone else did!