There was no traffic, the weather seemed mild and I just loitered around a bus shelter waiting for my next ride. Having much time to think, I began to feel unsafe. I felt vulnerable standing alone this early in the morning and holding a small amount of contraband. I remembered stories about folks being sentenced to considerable stretches of time after being caught possessing just small amounts of marijuana. The stash in my pocket probably was a small enough amount to cause large problems should it be discovered by the wrong person.
Alongside the sidewalk where I was standing was a railing. The top rail was a metal tube that was open on the end. I decided to place my little stash in the end of the tube, in case I drew attention standing out in the early morning. Hardly had I finished hiding my hoard, when a city police car pulled up. The officer rolled down his window and instructed me to bring by pack and get in his car. I complied. After checking out my ID and finding I had no outstanding warrants, he offered me a ride across town to where southbound Interstate 77 commenced.
I felt I had no good reason to decline his offer, nor did it feel it appropriate to ask to step out and retrieve something from the railing before he drove me across town. As we took off, I bade a silent farewell to my hidden stockpile.
No sooner had we taken off when Saint Christopher in the guise of an Officer of the Law, asked, “Do many folks you meet on the road smoke pot?“ I felt a little unsure, but answered, “Well yah, lots of people these days are smoking and it seems the thing to do.” He quickly added, “Did you ever get turned on by a cop?” He smartly pulled a pin sized joint from his pocket, lit it up, inhaled deeply and handed it to me. All the way on our ride, I debated whether or not to make a request to turn back and retrieve my holdings from the railing. I made up my mind to leave it there to surprise the next person who happened to look into that end of a hollow tube. My guardian let me off at the bottom of the highway ramp and circled around a couple of times keeping an eye on me. Every time he passed we nodded or waved. Shortly a van load of kids on their way from Michigan to North Carolina to attend a Led Zeppelin concert scooped me up and got me out of Charleston.