Damn, that bud just smelt too good…

Damn, that bud just smelt too good…

Offi­cer Kim­ball searched the top-​drawer a sec­ond time; sure that he’d put the bag of mar­i­juana with the other evi­dence on top of his desk, right before Thomp­son passed by to offer up infor­ma­tion on another case. The same Thomp­son he’d just spot­ted hur­ry­ing past the police sta­tion. Kim­ball ran the steps from his office and hit the street in less than twenty sec­onds flat. “Thomp­son!” he said. “What did you do with the weed?”

Thomp­son held out both hands. “I just couldn’t help myself. That bud smelled so good.”

Uh huh, and you thought you’d help your­self to it?”

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of David Allan Thomp­son — http://​philly​burbs​.com

Officer Kimball searched the top-drawer a second time; sure that he’d put the bag of marijuana with the other evidence on top of his desk, right before Thompson passed by to offer up information on another case. The same Thompson he’d just spotted hurrying past the police station. Kimball ran the steps from his office and hit the street in less than twenty seconds flat. “Thompson!” he said. “What did you do with the weed?”

Thompson held out both hands. “I just couldn’t help myself. That bud smelled so good.”

“Uh huh, and you thought you’d help yourself to it?”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of David Allan Thompson – http://phillyburbs.com