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Post by kingofcheezwiz on Jun 19, 2006 13:25:54 GMT -5
That's what my Bonnaroo experiance was, bittersweet. Everything started out smoothly, except that we got on the road a little bit late. Everything was awesome, exciting and free... until White House, Tennessee. We were just getting close to Nashville when we pulled into the left lane, passed a truck (we were still only going about 68), and we got pulled over for being in the passing only lane too long (even though we hadn't passed the truck yet). Wil (the driver) pulled over to the left, which is where we got flashed, and the police officer got out of his car and the first thing he asked was, "why'd y'all pull over in the left lane?" Wil was dumbfounded by his first question not being the stereotypical "license and registration, please", so he stumbled on his words. The officer asked him to step out of the vehicle so he could tell him why he'd been pulled over. They explained everything to Wil, and the officer came and talked to us after putting Wil in the back of his car (not hand-cuffed). He told us Wil made it sound like we had illegal materials in the car, and we could give it to him now, and go from there or get a dog down there to sniff it out and go to jail if it found anything. So, my buddy Jamison told them he had a one hitter and a half ounce of pot on him. He handed all of it over, and he asked if I had anything. I didn't, so I told him no. We got out of the car and they put us in the back seat of the second car that had arrived on the site. They rummeged through our stuff, and took the papers in the right door holding area and Jamison's papers in his bag. He had an open container of cigarette tobacco because he likes to roll his own, but they still took all of our papers. As they were digging through all of our stuff, I realized that I forgot about my small pipe rolled into my socks. They didn't find it when they looked (thankfully). We got lucky, because on the radio, a call came in over a domestic dispute, and an officer had been hit and broke his arm. The second cop left and put Jamison and me into the first car. The first officer came back out, weighed out Jamison's bag, and he had 14 ounces. The guy was nice, and subtracted an ounce to make it 13 (a misdemeanor, instead of a felony). He was going to give us all citations, and "arrest" Jamison, but let him go with a citation as well. He filled out the arrest paper work, and the citation when another officer in distress call came on, and he let Wil and me without anything. That put a huge damper on our weekend, but we knew we'd make it without any further troubles. We eventually got there, and found the inforoo camp. We went back to our car to get our tent and everything, when we found out that Wil's trunk overheats, and it got so hot that it melted our tent to his trunk, and it even melted the dry ice in our coolers, and spoiled parisable foods. I took $160, and I have nothing to show for it because of gas and food there and back, it sucks. We figured we'd try to salvage what we had, so we got the frame up, only to find that the tarps and plastic had holes melted in them. By that time we didn't even care, so we laid out the tarps and put down our sleeping bags. I had been taking Adderall all day, so I was wide awake and I wandered around for a while. At about 7:30 or 8 on Friday, I tried to see who was up. The only person I found was Idioteque, and he was a good help. I never made it back to Camp Inforoo, because I was having too much fun. However, during that day, the small funnel winds took our tarps and frame away, so we had to sleep in Wil's car the rest of the time there. The festival itself was amazing, and I loved every second I was there. I just wish it didn't feel so short. Here's where it just gets silly, though. You know that pipe that didn't get taken the first time? Well, since that's all the paraphenalia we had left that's what we smoked out of most of the time. We stopped in White House on the way back for McDonalds (not intentionally). We hit the road and about 30 seconds later we got pulled over again. Guess what... the officer that had pulled us over the first time, got us again (out tail light this time, which to me is wierd because we didn't get stopped for that prior to the festival, and didn't use the car at the festival). He recognized us, pulled us out, I remembered I had my pipe this time and I told him I bought it at the festival (only story I could use because he searched us once and didn't find it). So, he searched everything again, and this time nothing. He gave Wil a fix it ticket, and said he would give me a citation, but if he gave me one he'd have to take me in because of three citations in three days. I was thinking, "oh fuck, what am I going to do?" Then he looked at my face, smiled, and said, "I'm just fucking with you, man. Go home and get some sleep kids." And that was it. He was a pretty cool officer. I believe his name is Officer Inkes. So if you live near or around White House, and happen to cross an Officer Inkes, tell him Mr. Boltik, Brown, and Shaw from Michigan tell him hi. So yeah, those were the bad things, but the great things about Bonnaroo vastly outweighed it.