It was going to be one of those missions. An eighteen hour day, followed by four hours sleep. It was just passed midnight. But, I was up, I was awake, I was ready for action….I was ready for a bong hit!
Four hours later, I took the two and a half foot Indica plant, that had been stripped for transport and put it in my backpack. I slipped out the door, and headed in the opposite direction. As with any combat mission, I was in uniform, a black t-shirt with an upside down marijuana leaf patch on one arm and a harvesters hatchet patch on the other. Another American Liberation Farmer in action.
The drop off was 8000 ft away. At 4:15 am the only others out were cops, crooks, and cats.
I had just stepped onto the first lane of a four lane highway, then coming from out of nowhere, a patrol car. I was on an oblique angle, straight into their path. I kept going, the car passes within 15 feet as I cross through the grassy highway median.
The car gets to the intersection, some 50 foot away. Then makes a u-turn, coming back and passing by me a second time. The car keeps going, as I watch, I realize the car is blue! That’s Woodway Police, I’m walking in Waco, those boys were….Out Of Bounds!
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