Thanks Gunky. My lawyer will review the police report and the video and advise. The police already have all their evidence (my business cards and plan). But it's after the fact. The case will rest on what they knew or suspected at the time.
It's strange. Most of my life I've been a nervous type, often stressing over some imagined fear. Lately, and especially since this happened, I've begun to feel very very calm. Since the incident I have not vaped or smoked. I gave away what little herb I had left and haven't thought about trying to find more. It's just regular days of the usual ups and downs. Yet inside I feel like this smooth polished hard stone. A stone without being stoned, so to speak. I thought over the worst case scenario in regard to my plight. I could get a felony on my record. I could go to jail for three months. Wow. Sucks. Jail would be bad, not so much because of being in jail itself (I'm sure it wouldn't be pleasant but other people, many notable, have had to endure it - and why should I be treated specially?) but because I'd be away from my kids and I might lose my job. The felony would be really daunting. I couldn't vote. I'd have trouble finding another job, getting certain kinds of credit, moving overseas.
So why then do I feel so calm? When I search inside of myself for the answer all I keep coming up with is this: that I am right. I'm a hard polished stone of rightness. The cops with their dogs and their cuffs couldn't unnerve me. Once I knew what was happening, the crazy foolishness of it all, I immediately stopped being scared or stressed. In my mind I knew all the commotion had nothing at all to do with me. They played their game, they played it out. I am human and I am subject to being hurt, to being insulted, to being imprisoned even. I can't always avoid the ugly realities that are sometimes thrown at me. But everything has an end. The cops get bored and drive away. Terms, even awful ones, have limits. So what remains when all else has been burned off? Just the pure purpose. It's not any special bravery on my part. It's just that... I know I'm doing what's right, what's good. I believe that all people deserve being treated with dignity, I believe that everyone has a right to pursue happiness. I believe that marijuana should be legalized. As they removed our cuffs I looked each one of the cops in the eye and told it to their faces: "Fight to legalize it!"
This is my voice and I have to keep it even if it means that I experience personal trial. Because not to have it, not to use it, is I think the far worse imprisonment.
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