While I was at the beach, a Baltimore Cop threw a wild all ages keg party which in turn got busted by some Delaware State Troopers, oops.
Tonight at the quickie mart, I was walking out with my friend when a local cop mentioned to us that it was a boring night and there were about 40 kids in the parking lot doing nothing. I said that we needed a nightclub around here, he agreed.
A cop out of his jurisdiction asked to take my picture at a rave for a powerpoint presentation, and we talked about how there is nothing you can find at a rave that you can't find at a concert, football game, or congressional office. He asked me how often I get asked if I want ecstasy or other drugs, I told him probably 2 or 3 times at each club or event I attend, but at that one I had not been asked if I wanted anything. I jokingly mentioned that my silly hat makes people at Buzz (a DC club night) think I am a cocaine dealer for some reason.
Most cops could care less about pot, most don't want to bust pot smokers any more than the smokers want to get busted, well maybe not that much.
Pot won't kill you and it certainly does not make you cut up your arms or jump out of a 35 ft balcony. Only abusive, seemingly hopeless, environments make you want to do that.
Slavish discipline makes a slavish temper... If severity carry'd to the
highest pitch does prevail, and works a cure upon the present unruly
distemper, it often brings in the room of it a worse and more dangerous
disease, by breaking the mind; and then, in the place of a disorderly young
fellow, you have a low spirited moap'd creature, who, however with his
unnatural sobriety he may please silly people, who commend tame unactive
children, because they make no noise, nor give them any trouble; yet at
last, will probably prove as uncomfortable a thing to his friends, as he
will be all his life an useless thing to himself and others... Beating them,
and all other sorts of slavish and corporal punishments, are not the
discipline fit to be used in the education of those we would have wise,
good, and ingenuous men...
John Locke, 1692