And it's 100% true. It was 1967 (the Summer Of Love) and me and my friend Bruce took the bus to downtown L.A. with a coupla joints and some bread crusts for the ducks. We went to MacArthur Park. There's a small lake there and we rented a little electric boat to smoke out in the only safe place we could think of, the middle of the lake (back then marijuana poss was a serious crime). So we motor out to the middle and fire one up and kick back, tossing the ducks bread crusts, enjoying the nice sunny day. We weren't paying attention and the boat had drifted close to shore where we were spotted by a cop walking his beat in the park who smelled the smoke. "Hey" he yells. We wave back and say "Hey" and motored back out to the middle of the lake to continue our smoke session. The cop calls his partner and they sprint to the boat house and get in a boat and set out after us. Now these boats had electric trolling motors, with a top speed of about 5 mph. It was a snap to keep away from the cops. They followed us around the lake for about 10 minutes, us puffing furiously the entire time, getting rid of the evidence. They ordered us to stop and we did--I knew they couldn't get from they're tiny little boat into ours (the boats were big enough for 2 people) and we knew the cops wouldn't get in the water cause they didn't want to get their bullets wet. They were right next to us but what are they gonna do, order us to exit the vehicle? By the time we had smoked the joints down to roaches a couple of other cops show up in another boat. They ordered us to return to the boathouse and we did, taking the long way around. It was like a parade--us, trailing smoke, followed by ducks, followed by 2 boats with 4 cops. Just before we got to the boathouse we tossed the 2 roaches into the water where they were immediently gobbled up by the ducks. Completely clean but with a beautiful buzz we dock and get out. There were 2 more cops there waiting for us. We got throughly searched and they threatened to arrest us, but a sergeant showed up and he asked the patrolmen "did you order them to stop?" The cops said yeah and the sergeant asks if we did stop and they admitted we had. Anyway they decieded that they couldn't arrest us for anything cause we didn't have any dope on us. We were way blazed (my friend had blue eyes and his eyes looked like the American flag, red,white and blue). One cop said we were probably anti-war commies (back in '67 anyone who had long hair was labeled a communist) and I said "how can you say that? Look at Bruce's eyes--they're the color of the American flag!" Bruce says "Yeah, we're very patriotic. We're so patriotic we'll go a ball game and remain standing for the entire game." So they let us go and as they leave one cop looks us up and down. We looked like Cheech and Chong--long hair, beards, love beads, etc. He says "Man you know this place is going down hill when their type move in" but he had kinda a smile on his face. We hung out at the park a bit longer, feeding the ducks bread crusts and then took the bus home.
Hows that for stoner memory, you posted this one before if I'm not mistaken. Its all good though, its funny as hell.
Whoops sorry. I remembered I posted it at another site but I tried a site search for the word "ducks" here and it didn't come up.
That's a true stoner tale.. ranger you should compile all your cool stoner stories from the late '60s and get them published
hey remember shit from a long time ago too dude. that's not just something you forget. oh yeah and before i forget, you're a fucking moron.