Old School -4
I was outside the bar one summer day with three other guys. We were smoking a joint just off Hermosa Avenue. A black and white cop car came down the road. It was just a few years ago when you could get in trouble and get a ticket for having weed out in public; I threw the weed we were smoking towards the dumpster. Of course, the cop stops, got out of his car, came over and demanded, “What are you doing? What were you doing?” He made me go into the garbage and find the weed that I had thrown in there, and give it to him. He had all four of us lined up on the sidewalk, and proceeded to go through our pockets. I had just come from down the road and was on my way out of town after making a pickup of some illegal drugs, namely powder cocaine, and my dealer was using the newest things: little tiny plastic bags. The cop went down the row of us, reaching into all of our pockets one at a time. When he got to one of my friend’s pockets, he stuck his hand in, and he got poked by something that wasn’t sharp, but had a corner on it. The cop probably knew that it was the old school “bindle” of cocaine, which is just a piece of paper wrapped up, and it’s corners are kind of pointy, and the coke is within. When he got to my pocket he had already found the Coke in Jaybro’s pocket; I was expecting he was going to stick his hand in and pull out mine. Instead he stuck his hand in, moved it around, and the little plastic bag was so small and delicate that he never felt it. He pulled his hand back out and never tried to take me to jail or anything. Jaybro ended up going to jail and it ended up costing him nine hundred dollars in fines.
That little adventure there cost him, because he had the old school “bindle” instead of the new school plastic baggie.