It’s all seeds, stems and res, man!

As you may have noticed in this blog, from time to time I report on some of the funnier cases I have seen in my career.  While not all of them are funny, some sure are.  This one, I had nothing to do with.  This is a news clipping that popped up on my Facebook time line from five years ago, but it was so good, I thought I would have to share.

If you would like to read the story directly form USA Today, here is the link: http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2014/04/07/woman-calls-cops-bad-pot/7448783/

If you want my summary, keep reading.  There is not much to it.  

Don’t you hate it when you buy illegal drugs and your dealer rips you off?  I mean seriously, if you

can’t trust your local drug dealer, who can you trust?  I remember when your dealer was more than just the dude who sold you pills and weed.  He was a friend.  Someone who you could share your problems with, a listening ear of sorts.  What happened to those times?  Gone are the days where you could have a bar tender on call and for Hamilton he would deliver your product, a friendly smile and some words of wisdom right to your door.  It’s like the drug world has gone corporate.  Now all they care about is the money.  It’s like my best interest are not even a concern to them.

Since I have never actually purchased illegal drugs, and definitely did not do it in the days of yore, I have no idea if my romanticized perception of your corner hustler is factually accurate, but if I have learned anything from movies, it is that drug dealers were loveable scamps with hearts of gold.  Your dealer was your friend… back in the day anyway.  Just watch

Fletch.  Fat Sam, Gumby?  Come on, they were people people.

Today, you just can’t trust them.  It is a cut throat business, and I only say that because they will literally cut your throat if you tick them off.  In fact, it has gotten so bad that you can’t trust them to actually deliver your dime bag… which is now forty dollars (is it a four dime bag now?).  

This happened to poor Evelyn Hamilton of Lufkin, Texas back in 2014.  She paid for some quality

product and got nothing by stems and seeds.  Then, to add insult to injury and to make matters even worse, when she called the police to report this great injustice, all the police did was arrest her for possession of drug paraphernalia.  There is just no justice for the everyday street addict anymore. 

So, the moral of the story? I guess bring a scale maybe?  Not sure we should be looking for moral lessons in this one.  Be leery of your dealer?  There we go, that is a good take away… I guess.  Not only may he be planning to shoot you, he may even short you on your product. 

Oh and one more minor note to end the story.  Even the cops thought she was ripped off.  By only charging her with the paraphernalia as opposed to possession of the marijuana, they must have agreed it was skunk weed at best.