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://phillyburbs.com

Alligator in my toolbox

“You better tell ‘im that you aint smoked no shit,” Jessie Stoner said, covering the marijuana on the console with his jacket.

“You think I’m worried? Dude, that aint nothin’ compared to the four-foot alligator I got stuffed in my toolbox,” Christopher Walling said.

“Huh!”

Christopher adjusted his cap in his wing mirror, “I shot it out by Llano,” he said, watching the Deputy stroll up to the rear of his pickup, taking his time.

Jessie wiped a hand over his face. Thinking. Two days into his parole. “Shit,” he said, “and I bet you still got no licence?”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Jessie Stoner and Christopher Walling – http://theledger.com

You just got robbed

“Dude, you gotta dig this shit. We can film the fuckers getting robbed,” Randall Smith said.

Artie Goodwine took the marijuana joint out from his mouth and blew a stream of smoke towards the ceiling. He said, “Yeah, we shoot it like it’s one of them fucked up reality TV shows.”

Randall smiled. “Call it ‘You just got robbed’ or something.”

“Yeah, I like that,” Artie said, watching the smoke drift upwards. “We can start making us some real money… Maybe even get invited onto the Oprah Winfrey show.”

“You think?”

Artie shrugged. Thinking. Liking the way it all sounded.

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Randall Smith and Artie Goodwine – http://seattlepi.com

I ain’t got no blow…

Herminio Hurtado-Resendiz told the officer straight, just like he’d told the woman at Rancho’s bar. “Man,” he said, “You ain’t listening to a word I been saying. I ain’t selling no blow… No crack cocaine, amphetamines, ketamine, heroin, marijuana, or methadone. Shit, I’ll even prove it to you.”

“That right, huh?” the officer said.

Herminio gave him that smile, the one that said fuck you. He dug deep into his pockets and turned them inside out. “Shit man,” he said. “That ain’t nothing… You dig?”

The officer picked up the small plastic bag that Herminio dropped from his pocket.

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Herminio Hurado-Resendiz – http://nwfdailynews.com

Couple busted for marijuana

“You’re kidding me, right?” Kimberly Pardus said. “I can’t smell anything.”

John Pardus leant against the wall nursing his left hand and watched the police officer walk up the staircase towards the second floor where the smell of marijuana was strongest. Kimberly, his wife, was shaking her head. The idea of inviting the police back to their home to unload his .22-calibre handgun and make it safe was beginning to sound like a real dumb idea. Soon, he knew, the police officers would find the 46 marijuana plants and a closet full of marijuana trees hanging out to dry.

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of John Pardus – http://news-journalonline.com