You asked in another thread for the whole marijuana story, so here it is.
You wouldn't believe it to meet Kim now, but between age 14 and about 18 she was a real thug. Beating kids up at school, assaulting me and her mother,
shoplifting, breaking and entering, gang activity, etc. We were desperately trying to find ways to save her from herself, and had to practice some tough love. When she was 15, she accused me and Kathy of abuse, in order to get out from under our attempts at control. It didn't take the Alabama DHR long to realize the true situation and to return her to us, but she figured then that she had us under the DHR microscope and that she could do whatever she wanted.
I had already decided to go back to Family Court and file an "out of control" petition on her, when one Saturday morning I was cutting grass and found, in a playhouse I had built for her when she was a child, a homemade water pipe and a plastic bag about half full of a shredded, leafy material. I called the Jefferson County Sheriff's office and told them what I had found. "Yep, sounds like pot" was the reply. I asked them if they could come by and take it off my hands and to at least throw a scare into her. The following is an exact quote from the sheriff's office dispatcher: "Mr Hammonds, if we sent a car out every time a parent found a stash we wouldn't have time to do anything else."
So the following Tuesday, when I had an appointment with a case officer at Family Court, I took the bag in with me. At the inspection point, I told the two deputies what I had in the bag, and went in. After the interview with the case worker, I came back out, and told them that I still had the pot, didn't know what to do with it and could they take it off my hands. They refused, and suggested that I go back and ask the case officer to take it. I did, and she refused also, so I walked back out, telling the deputies that I still had to bag. Three law enforcement personnel watched me walk away, knowing I was carrying a bag of pot!
I took it home. When I came out to go to work the next day, the wind was blowing hard, and I thought about just letting it blow away in the wind, but decided that I didn't need pot growing in my back yard. I didn't want to flush it into my septic tank, for the same reason. When I parked in my employer's parking deck, I carried the bag to the nearest trash recepticle and dropped it in.
Some former LEO's have told me that the problem was that once they had the pot in their possession, they had to turn it over to the property room and they had a lot of report writing and filing to do to explain why they had it. They just didn't want to do it, knowing that I was not going to use the stuff myself.
Incidently, if you are a parent, in every case when you find a drug stash at your house, call and report it. The dispatcher told me that because I had reported it, there would be no claims against me or my property if it was found under other circumstances, knowing that I was doing all I could to combat it and was obviously not using or dealing it.
You wouldn't believe it to meet Kim now, but between age 14 and about 18 she was a real thug. Beating kids up at school, assaulting me and her mother,
shoplifting, breaking and entering, gang activity, etc. We were desperately trying to find ways to save her from herself, and had to practice some tough love. When she was 15, she accused me and Kathy of abuse, in order to get out from under our attempts at control. It didn't take the Alabama DHR long to realize the true situation and to return her to us, but she figured then that she had us under the DHR microscope and that she could do whatever she wanted.
I had already decided to go back to Family Court and file an "out of control" petition on her, when one Saturday morning I was cutting grass and found, in a playhouse I had built for her when she was a child, a homemade water pipe and a plastic bag about half full of a shredded, leafy material. I called the Jefferson County Sheriff's office and told them what I had found. "Yep, sounds like pot" was the reply. I asked them if they could come by and take it off my hands and to at least throw a scare into her. The following is an exact quote from the sheriff's office dispatcher: "Mr Hammonds, if we sent a car out every time a parent found a stash we wouldn't have time to do anything else."
So the following Tuesday, when I had an appointment with a case officer at Family Court, I took the bag in with me. At the inspection point, I told the two deputies what I had in the bag, and went in. After the interview with the case worker, I came back out, and told them that I still had the pot, didn't know what to do with it and could they take it off my hands. They refused, and suggested that I go back and ask the case officer to take it. I did, and she refused also, so I walked back out, telling the deputies that I still had to bag. Three law enforcement personnel watched me walk away, knowing I was carrying a bag of pot!
I took it home. When I came out to go to work the next day, the wind was blowing hard, and I thought about just letting it blow away in the wind, but decided that I didn't need pot growing in my back yard. I didn't want to flush it into my septic tank, for the same reason. When I parked in my employer's parking deck, I carried the bag to the nearest trash recepticle and dropped it in.
Some former LEO's have told me that the problem was that once they had the pot in their possession, they had to turn it over to the property room and they had a lot of report writing and filing to do to explain why they had it. They just didn't want to do it, knowing that I was not going to use the stuff myself.
Incidently, if you are a parent, in every case when you find a drug stash at your house, call and report it. The dispatcher told me that because I had reported it, there would be no claims against me or my property if it was found under other circumstances, knowing that I was doing all I could to combat it and was obviously not using or dealing it.
), and some other unmentionables. Guess where he gets it? His father's a cop and his dad sneakes it out of the evidence room and gives it to his son. People like that need to be executed, especially the ones that sell drugs to kids. The thing is it is really hard to convict cops because as they say in Serpicio, "How the hell are they supposed to investigate their own division?" Sort of ridiculous if you ask me, but I am not in a position to do anything about it. 
