TKID3 is no fan of Indiana's men and women in blue, a fact reinforced by the recent story from the Indianapolis Star headlined: "Man caught with cash smelling of pot."
Apparently the crack detectives caught a whiff of crime after being handed $400 in cash from some sucker trying to bail-out his brother-in-law.
From the article:
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"When I walked back toward the jail I noticed the money was damp and smelled funny," [the dispatcher] said.
A jailer who sniffed the money told her it smelled like marijuana, she said.
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The cops then searched the guy's car and turned up a lame amount of pot, but enough to lock him up.
One has to wonder, did these crack detectives recognize the stink of weed from a cop seminar named something like: "Recognizing the Aroma of Dangerous Narcotics 101" or from their own experience firing up Jimmy's four-foot bong in the back of a hobbit-mural-adorned van?
It's a good thing TKID3 didn't grow up in the hoosier state. I once managed to spill a massive quantity of bong water on the sweatshirt of a kid who refused to touch drugs. That kid, an innocent in the war on drugs, smelled as if he'd rolled around in a vat of Vancouver kind buds. Indiana's finest would've locked him up for life on stink evidence alone.
