A few years ago Steve and I went to sell a sheet of acid to a guy named Adam, who was a strange character. He was a white guy with big hair, a fro similar to that painting teacher guy, Bob Ross I think, who was always painting landscapes on PBS and talking like James Taylor sings. Adam always wore a knife on his belt, and tried to look menacing, and yet he always listened to the Grateful Dead, which was anything but scary. He had a big jaw and small eyes that were beetle black and just a little bit crosseyed.

The Hoffman Estates police pulled us over at the entrance to his condo complex, and they knew exactly what they were looking for. They took a 40 oz. Mickey's away from Ian (the one in a FL jail right now) and found a little bit of weed, probably not enough to bust us for. They had dogs, 3 squads, and a lot of flashlights and plenty of intimidation.

They were making shit up, too. They tried to convince us that if they found some acid, and nobody admitted to owning it, we'd all get the charge. They also said that if a dog licked the acid and died, we'd all be charged with homicide of a police officer. They had us squeezed into one squad car and kept shining lights into our eyes and swearing loudly. We all stayed quiet, and they were pissed off.

They didn't find the acid, but they made a huge mess of the car, pulling off any panels that were even close to loose and ripping the upholstery. They arrested Steve, the driver and owner of the car, for underage alcohol consumption since he had some empty bottles in the back seat.

The next day, we found the acid sitting on the back dash, a shiny piece of tinfoil sitting right out in the open under the back windshield's defroster stripes. It was obvious in daylight, but somehow their flashlights had missed it.

We later learned that Adam set people up all the time, and he had a CB radio tuned into the police frequency. He was listening to the whole charade on the radio, and probably watching everything with his binoculars from his bedroom window. I think he was probably masturbating.
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