I don't know about you guys but I think that getting charged with unregistered firearms, by a technicality, is nothing to laugh at someone for. It's just arguing semantics. It's not like he bought a 9mm off Jamal in a back alley someone to bust up some crazy ass niggas. Who gives a fuck? Bunch of whiny grannies.
In any event, you're not a bad guy, pellius. Sorry about the skin comment. I'm sure that without that tan you look a lot more terrestrial lol.. I aspire to be as lean as you soon enough, just a little bigger. It's good that you're staying in shape and living the good life. Sounds like you had a good thing going but whatever. Life is what you make of it now. No need to dwell on the past. You're living in the present so that's all that matters.
Thanks Dustin. I'll try to use more sun block.
About the situation, it was just bad luck and sloppy judgment. gh15 always says that LE are not concerned with personal users but he was assuming that you're not an idiot. If you spit in their face they have to do something. Cops here don't give a crap if you smoke pakalolo as 80% of the population here does. Including LE. It's just part of the culture. But it's still illegal and if you blow the smoke in their face you're going to jail.
LE was cool. Once it became clear what the situation was they weren't going to bother with it. If I want my guns back then I am the one that will have to pursue it but a good friend of mine that I went to high school with and is in the department said that just count your blessings and let it go.
It was kind of funny as I was sitting in the garage BSing with some of the detectives as my place was being trashed and they were hauling out my arsenal as my neighbors looked on in horror (talk about embarrassment) when I saw one of them taking my beloved Glock 19 (which saved my ass on more than one occasion when I was living in Inglewood, CA) I just instinctively called out, "No, please. Not the Glock!" The officer just looked at me and shook his head. The detective I was talking to just said, "Yeah, I can imagine how you feel."
Life has it's up and downs. But I live in a nice rural area where there's no traffic or crowds. The gravel and dirt roads are a pain when it rains. I have to wear ear plugs because I don't get up as early as the freakin' roosters. It's no fun when I came home last Wednesday only to see a spider as big as my head right over the sofa (I always think of OnlyMe when I see a huge spider (time out in peace, big guy)). And a couple of months ago I left a half eaten plate lunch in my truck only to find in the morning a bunch of monster river rats on my front seat tearing it apart. And those fukers don't scare easy. I had to go a few rounds with a broom before I could get them out of there. But at least I don't have to do yard work (you can't cut a jungle) and it's quiet at night and I can actually see stars in the sky. And once the locals get use to you they become your extended family and have your back.
Hah! Speak of the devil. As I was typing this a mouse just slip in under my door but just got snagged by those sticky traps that I keep on each side. I catch one every couple of weeks. I love watching them try to wiggle out with this expression like "Oh shit, what just happened? I can't move!"
Yeah, so it's a matter of trade offs. I'm sure Benny Blanco's mansion is way bigger than my grass hut and his pay check makes me look like a poor man. But I can look out one window and see (and walk to) the Pacific ocean and look out the other window and see the Koolau mountain range. And the set of Lost is exactly 3 miles from my garage. Oh, and I also get to be gh15's neighbor when he's in town. That's something a fat paycheck can't buy.
