One time back in about '99, I was at a Holiday Inn suite party in southern California with about 15 or so people on a Saturday night. I ended up going to the pool area by myself and I ended up getting hassled by security for being in the jacuzzi at 2am, drunk and blazed.

The security guard took out my wallet that was in my cargo shorts folded on the lounge chair near the jacuzzi next to my shirt and shoes (the black ones in this ad) and he took out my drivers license and said he wouldn't give it back to me. He said he would call the cops.

The intent was that he knew the cops would search me and figured he would get the satisfaction of seeing me get busted.

Two younger cops show up and ask what I was doing. I told them I was at a party at the hotel but drank and smoked too much and was in the Jacuzzi when the security guard took my ID out of my cargo shorts.

He said "Why didn't you just leave?" and I said "He wouldn't let me leave and called you guys."

They looked at him with an annoyed stare and said. "Ok put your shorts and shoes on and your shirt now that you are more dry and we will search you ok?"

I was like "Alright" and they asked if I had anything illegal I just said no. One cop found papers in my wallet and told the other "He is a roller."

Then they really politely said they would give me a ride home, opened the door for me, no handcuffs and treated the rent a cops like they should be at the kids table.

They dropped me off a block from my house and told me to take care. I unzipped the hidden zipper in the tongue of my Chad Muska pro model. Had a small pipe and some party favors, smoked to reflect on the events.

Thanks Chad Muska.