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Arrested, eh? Let me guess. For possessing the evil weed?
Happens to almost every stoner I know. The more ya get stoned, the more careless ya get. My daughter and her friends had been getting stoned for months before they were caught by police. They were getting not only lax about where they smoked but also were feeling, hey, we've been lucky so far, nothing's going to happen to us. So, the night they were arrested, they were hot boxing in her car--midnight, middle of a supermarket parking lot, big overhead light spotlighting the car, only car in the lot. Um, duh...?
Kids are a lot less discreet than in my day. When I smoked, the locales were the basement, a closed room, maybe, maybe behind the house late at night, usually just with a friend or two, furtively, secretly, and you never, never smoked in your car or on the street. You were, you know, careful not to get caught, which meant you didn't smoke illegal stuff outside where there are cops and nosy neighbors.
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