Blackhouse just saved me a headache. No Seriously.
I get off work at 3:30 in the morning. Law enforcement or bar hoppers around here may recognize that as prime DUI time. What this means is that if a tail light, or really anything else, goes out on my car I'm getting sobriety checked on the way home.
It also doesn't usually help that I smoke a corn cob on the way home. Don't know if it's just a WV thing, but it appears that corncobs,being inexpensive, are commonly used for ingestion of other than tobacco.
With that background...
My license plate light had a burnt out bulb. Of course I get pulled over on my way home. I set my cob in the rest I have in the dash. Officer comes up to the window, tells me my lights burnt out, sniffs at the smoke coming out of the cob, and asks me what I'm smoking. Here we go right? So I tell him it's tobacco. He say's he can smell that much and that it smells like maybe a balkan blend. He just wanted to know what blend it is. Just so happens I'm smoking blackhouse. His eyes light up and he tells me he's been out of black house for a week, and he's got some on back order. I reach back to put my wallet back in my pocket and pull out my baccie roll, handed him the ziploc I keep the tobacco in the roll in. Probably about a quarter of an ounce three maybe 4 bowls left in it. He follows me the mile up to Wal-mart where I'm heading to get a new bulb. When I walk out he's leaned on the back of his car with a big smile and a lit briar. No standard sobriety check, no giving me a hard time cause he thinks I'm smoking weed. Huzzah for a brother of the briar in blue!
I get off work at 3:30 in the morning. Law enforcement or bar hoppers around here may recognize that as prime DUI time. What this means is that if a tail light, or really anything else, goes out on my car I'm getting sobriety checked on the way home.
It also doesn't usually help that I smoke a corn cob on the way home. Don't know if it's just a WV thing, but it appears that corncobs,being inexpensive, are commonly used for ingestion of other than tobacco.
With that background...
My license plate light had a burnt out bulb. Of course I get pulled over on my way home. I set my cob in the rest I have in the dash. Officer comes up to the window, tells me my lights burnt out, sniffs at the smoke coming out of the cob, and asks me what I'm smoking. Here we go right? So I tell him it's tobacco. He say's he can smell that much and that it smells like maybe a balkan blend. He just wanted to know what blend it is. Just so happens I'm smoking blackhouse. His eyes light up and he tells me he's been out of black house for a week, and he's got some on back order. I reach back to put my wallet back in my pocket and pull out my baccie roll, handed him the ziploc I keep the tobacco in the roll in. Probably about a quarter of an ounce three maybe 4 bowls left in it. He follows me the mile up to Wal-mart where I'm heading to get a new bulb. When I walk out he's leaned on the back of his car with a big smile and a lit briar. No standard sobriety check, no giving me a hard time cause he thinks I'm smoking weed. Huzzah for a brother of the briar in blue!
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