For those who enjoyed the "Musicians Beware" thre
Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 2:34 pmAnyone want to add stories from the old days? I know why the cops act like they do around here. This is a pretty good example. You have a story that wasn't so funny back then but seems funny today? I have dozens of them. Here is one I will never think about without laughing. "Why they call it dope"
Back in my druggy giggin days I took in a guitar player from New York. I
always took in stray musicians that came into town as I had a huge
apartment. One “stoney” morning while he and his girlfriend were asleep in
the spare bedroom my girlfriend and I thought it would be funny to throw a
pack of firecrackers into his room as a wake up call. So we did. That
escalated into a fire cracker war through out my apartment. Smoke, paper and reefer were everywhere.
After a time we all got bored with it all and he and his girlfriend went back to bed.
So my girlfriend and I started “thinking” about something else fun to do.
My girlfriend and I were having some problems at the time and I thought it
would be funny to freak out her girlfriend who lived three houses down the
street. Her girlfriend was a real busy body always interjecting herself in our
affairs. The plan was for my girlfriend to call her and say we were fighting
and I had a gun and I was really mad. I was supposed to light a firecracker
while she was on the phone. I told her NOT to hang up, but tell her shortly
after the initial reaction that it was just a joke to get a rise out of her. The fire cracker kept going out,
so I kept re lighting it. When it finally went off, it shocked both of us, and she hung up the phone. ( I guess this is why they call it dope.)
I told her to hurry and call right back so she wouldn’t call the cops. Too
late. I actually got through WHILE she was talking to the cops. We knew we
were in BIG trouble so we started hiding all the reefer and trying to get the
smoke out of the house.
Then I heard my friend yell out of his room “Here come a cop car.” Then
he yelled “Here comes some more. Geeze there’s a whole army of ‘em
outside!!” I knew we were busted for sure. I looked outside just in time to
see 3 or 4 cops running into the back yard with drawn guns. And more cops,in like manner, heading for my front door.
My life of freedom was passing right before my eyes in just a few seconds.
When I went to answer the door, the cop pinned me to the wall with the
door while yelling “Where’s the body?” “Where’s the body?” He didn’t
even look to see if I had a gun. I said “There is no body” And my girlfriend at the top of the stairs kept telling him, “There is no body” “I’m the body” “It was supposed to be a joke.” We tried to explain what happened, but tons of cops shoved us aside rushed upstairs to check everything out. No one would listen. No one smelled the firecracker smoke, no one smelled the reefer. I still thought we were dead meat. I thought that any minute they would come off their adrenalin high and see that we were just bunch of stoners out of control. They asked us who called the cops. We said the girl three houses down the street.
Then they ALL ran out of the house. They ALL jumped into their cars and
they ALL drove three houses down, parked their cars (About 7 of them) and ran to her front door. We all just stood there looking at them then at each other with our mouths hanging open.
We never heard another word about it.
Back in my druggy giggin days I took in a guitar player from New York. I
always took in stray musicians that came into town as I had a huge
apartment. One “stoney” morning while he and his girlfriend were asleep in
the spare bedroom my girlfriend and I thought it would be funny to throw a
pack of firecrackers into his room as a wake up call. So we did. That
escalated into a fire cracker war through out my apartment. Smoke, paper and reefer were everywhere.
After a time we all got bored with it all and he and his girlfriend went back to bed.
So my girlfriend and I started “thinking” about something else fun to do.
My girlfriend and I were having some problems at the time and I thought it
would be funny to freak out her girlfriend who lived three houses down the
street. Her girlfriend was a real busy body always interjecting herself in our
affairs. The plan was for my girlfriend to call her and say we were fighting
and I had a gun and I was really mad. I was supposed to light a firecracker
while she was on the phone. I told her NOT to hang up, but tell her shortly
after the initial reaction that it was just a joke to get a rise out of her. The fire cracker kept going out,
so I kept re lighting it. When it finally went off, it shocked both of us, and she hung up the phone. ( I guess this is why they call it dope.)
I told her to hurry and call right back so she wouldn’t call the cops. Too
late. I actually got through WHILE she was talking to the cops. We knew we
were in BIG trouble so we started hiding all the reefer and trying to get the
smoke out of the house.
Then I heard my friend yell out of his room “Here come a cop car.” Then
he yelled “Here comes some more. Geeze there’s a whole army of ‘em
outside!!” I knew we were busted for sure. I looked outside just in time to
see 3 or 4 cops running into the back yard with drawn guns. And more cops,in like manner, heading for my front door.
My life of freedom was passing right before my eyes in just a few seconds.
When I went to answer the door, the cop pinned me to the wall with the
door while yelling “Where’s the body?” “Where’s the body?” He didn’t
even look to see if I had a gun. I said “There is no body” And my girlfriend at the top of the stairs kept telling him, “There is no body” “I’m the body” “It was supposed to be a joke.” We tried to explain what happened, but tons of cops shoved us aside rushed upstairs to check everything out. No one would listen. No one smelled the firecracker smoke, no one smelled the reefer. I still thought we were dead meat. I thought that any minute they would come off their adrenalin high and see that we were just bunch of stoners out of control. They asked us who called the cops. We said the girl three houses down the street.
Then they ALL ran out of the house. They ALL jumped into their cars and
they ALL drove three houses down, parked their cars (About 7 of them) and ran to her front door. We all just stood there looking at them then at each other with our mouths hanging open.
We never heard another word about it.
