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Ah, Damn man.

They popped me with weed once.. But when it got to court some how HALF of the 7g I had on me had disappeared. Crooked as fuck cops smoked my stash man!

Yeah they got me with a little more than 7, in transport, with baggies, and money.

Ah fuck. Mine was all in one bag, no scale, claim as personal and get a slap on the pee-pee. Such is prohibition!

I may get lucky, the cop used the word "it" instead of marijuana, no actual mention of marijuana during the interview. They didn't properly photograph the $800 they took from my WALLET and their confidential informant was a hooker who profited from teenagers that I refused to deal with...
I might need a legal opinion but I may just get away with it.

Sounds complicated.. Jesus. Filthy pig bastards