Paregoric Kid
10-29-2004, 07:48 AM
here is a long story about when me and my friend decided to go see the band Leftover Crack play in Buffalo, NY and then catch them the following day in Toronto Canada. Yes that was the plan, and before the show in Toronto, we were going to do an OTC codeine extraction and drink some absinthe but...
(note: sorry that it's not organized well, I plan to add more detail and form paragraphs and what not lol)
me and my friend James went to buffalo new york to see the band leftover crack. we had seen them a few times before and had even met them. they are a squatter-junky-crack-smokin-punk-rock-ska-reggae-death-metal band from NYC, the fuckin best huh? we had seen them in Pittsburgh a month before this show and the singer had sent me on a mission to score a bag or anything. it got late and we couldn't find anyone but we managed to get some oxys for him and I gave him a whole handful of ativan. "what's this?" "oh it's just ativan they're like valiums" "ohh cool those will help me get to sleep" lol
well we took the 5 hour or so trip from where we live in PA to buffalo
right when we got into town I ate about 8 methadone and about 30-40mg oxycodone
when we got there we hung out in the parking lot and behind the building by train tracks and drank 40s with some kids we'd met. the singer had gone with some kids to get an oxy script filled. too bad he got them all the dumb bitch sellin them sold them cheap as hell but ran out right before I got to her. a whole script between one singer and a couple people, who could blame people snatchin up 40mg oxycodone for $5 a pop, I just wish I had. apparently he had found a bag too and shot up. the bass player got us into the show free which they'd promised us at the pittsburgh show.
they played all of their anticop songs, which was awesome. it was at an indoor skate park and there was security. security beat up chicks with mohawks that tried to get on the stage. they tried to kick the girls out. then the band stopped playing and the singer went outside and brought the chick back in. people shouted fuck security, including me, well I kind of started it hahaha. after the show leftover crack shot roman candles at security and then alec the bass player from Leftover Crack asked me and James to smuggle all of their CDs and records over the border so they wouldn't have to pay taxes and shit. we had met two kids who were smoking and drinking all day with us and they came with us to canada to see the leftover crack show the next day in toronto.
between the 4 of us in the car we smoked a shit load of stuff, like 5 joints and 4 bowls in the car. they didn't want to ditch their shit and I swallowed the methadone and oxys I had left, so I didnt have to worry about getting caught with anything at the border. james had a corn cob pipe, I advised him to bring that since he probably wouldn't want to throw a $20 glass piece out when he could throw a $2 cob pipe, so we just threw it out the window. unfortunatly we were too stoned to realize the car had not been aired out properly, and I was on the nod so I didn't really notice. note this was definitly not my idea, I thought they would have taken care of the smoke, he usually lit incense in the car after smoking in it but didn't this time for some reason.
well we crossed the huge bridge that is one of the borders to canada, near niagra falls but not the niagra falls border.
if you've seen cheech and chong, the part where the smoke pours out of the car, then you have a good idea what it looked like when we got out at customs in canada
we had done a small check to see we had got rid of anything illegal minus the CDs cause we were helping the band.
well james misses 3 stop signs at the booth in canada and pulls back and says he's sorry
then she asks us if we have weapons or drugs and we say no
then she calls us over to the lot and we go to customs for 5 hours.
as soon as we get inside the customs office they search the entire car and trunk, finding the unclaimed CDs. (we never said we were going to sell them in canada so what was their problem with it?)
canadian pigs don't need warrants at the border (maybe everywhere) to search everything
"ok give up the dope, the car REEKS of it"
they searched our pockets
they tried to steal my wallet
they stole james car
they stole all of leftover crack's cds (they estimated it was over $10,000 worth of their shit, it was all the cds they took with them on tour)
they took us seperatly into interrigation rooms
oh yeah and you know those snapper things you throw at the ground and they snap, well they found one in the car and opened it up
WE KNOW THAT'S HEROIN
the fucks said. but a friend who went to portland this summer informed me that mexicans sell their heroin in packages like that sometimes, or so he said, I've never been on the west coast and here I've never seen any drug wrapped in that manner.
maybe having books called JUNKY (naked lunch too) and cds by leftover CRACK, and comps about WEED, and movies about COKE (blow and scarface) in the car they wouldn't be so eager to get us
that and the fact "the car reeks of dope"
he said we made the office smell like dope
"did you guys drop acid, eat mushrooms, smoke 6 doobies before you came?"
"but officer, if we dropped acid we wouldn't be able to drive"
lol
all of this while I'm heavily opiated and stoned, I knew they wouldn't nail us with anything (at least me anyways) so I thought it was all very funny but tried to remain somewhat respectful.
the canadian pigs don't know what rights you have
they had to get some fucking huge pad/book out and read us the rights only because I demanded them
when I found out I didn't need to say anything he stopped and said "now will you answer some questions" I told him I wouldn't answer any questions about anyone else. did you take any imodium or pepto bismol? yes I did officer (heh because they potentiate opiates that is... didn't say that of course) do you take any medications? yes, ativan for anxiety, dexedrine for ADHD, Effexor XR for depression, st... "ok, ok"
they didn't like that my eyes were pinpointed
YOU'RE ON HEROIN OR THAT YOU ARE AT LEAST ON SOMETHIN WE KNOW THAT
then they accused me of swallowing hash for having a brown tongue (which I didn't do cause no one ever has hash) they said that james tongue was yellow and accused him of swallowing cocaine
I didn't have to incriminate my buddies but I had no right to refuse being searched so they went through pockets, made you take 1 article of clothing off look at you and then put it back on, which I really don't give a fuck, but still that's like being eye raped by pigs. a strip search without being touched.
they charged james with bringing 2 illegal weapons into canada, a little tiny fold out knife which was loose and could be flipped out so they had a fit even though it took them about 5 times to get it to flip out with out pushing
the other "weapon" was his spiked bracelet
good thing they totally missed the spikes in my jacket's belt
they stopped other people that were helping leftover crack and they said they'd have to pay a shit load of money to get their cds back
something like $1000
fuck that
they stole james car and wanted $400
when they found out none of us had that kind of money and that we weren't gonna call anyone to raise money they decided to "lower" it to "only" $150 or $180 I don't remember
that meant taking all the cash out of our wallet and putting it into their fat fucking pockets
we got the car back
they said "add up the dope they had." they SAID they found 1 seed and they said something about resin but they never charged us with anything "dope" related.
noticed that the only people besides us that got searched that night were blacks and mexicans
fuckin racist pigs
they didn't like the album cover had the planes crashing into the WTC and george, guiliani, and cheney throwing gas on it
"we're still allowed to say what we want in america, we have free speech, do they have that up here"
I wonder what they thought about the tracks on the LOC albums, songs like ONE DEAD COP
lol
one or two of the cops weren't total dicks
the one must have listened to the dead kennedys cause our one friend had a KILL THE POOR hoodie on and said "hey that songs off of fresh fruit for rotting vegetables album"
they wouldn't let our friends in because they had no money and one had no ID
we were told not to come back for 24 hours, but fuck that, I'm not sure I want to come back ever
I fucking hate cops
so after the cops stealing everything we got the car back and went the fuck to those kids house then slept. we woke up and left for PA
RIGHT BEFORE THE PA BORDER
the state pigs were blocking off the road and pulled like 10 people over
they pulled us over because I wasn't wearing my seat belt
CLICK-IT-OR-TICKET, it's not for your safety it's for generating THEIR revenue
they gave me a ticket without a price on it which I'm not fucking paying anyways
get out of the car son
WHY ARE YOUR EYES PINPOINTED
THAT USUALLY INDICATES NARCOTICS USE
no shit officer what are you gonna do motherfucker, of course I didn't say that but I was polite. the methadone was doing a good job of keeping my eyes constricted. they asked me what meds I'm on and said to get back in the car. they also started searching the car without my friends permission.
"what's that!" -officer pointing to ketchup packet
"a packet of ketchup" -james
after ONLY 15 minutes let us go and I learned to hate cops a lot more than I thought was possible
but it was a good life experience
I had fun
we saw the band
saw canada from a customs office and had a great story to tell
yeah I know that's all fucked up, I wrote all of the above right when I got home. It was a hillarious experience because we all knew they wouldn't get us for anything and we were all fucked out of our minds, especially me since I was nodding in and out from the methadone and oxycodone. oh yeah, we were all drinking throughout the day mostly 40s and they never once asked us if we had been drinking. the one kid got a beer dumped on him when his girlfriend got pissed at him and smelled like beer the whole night.
(note: sorry that it's not organized well, I plan to add more detail and form paragraphs and what not lol)
me and my friend James went to buffalo new york to see the band leftover crack. we had seen them a few times before and had even met them. they are a squatter-junky-crack-smokin-punk-rock-ska-reggae-death-metal band from NYC, the fuckin best huh? we had seen them in Pittsburgh a month before this show and the singer had sent me on a mission to score a bag or anything. it got late and we couldn't find anyone but we managed to get some oxys for him and I gave him a whole handful of ativan. "what's this?" "oh it's just ativan they're like valiums" "ohh cool those will help me get to sleep" lol
well we took the 5 hour or so trip from where we live in PA to buffalo
right when we got into town I ate about 8 methadone and about 30-40mg oxycodone
when we got there we hung out in the parking lot and behind the building by train tracks and drank 40s with some kids we'd met. the singer had gone with some kids to get an oxy script filled. too bad he got them all the dumb bitch sellin them sold them cheap as hell but ran out right before I got to her. a whole script between one singer and a couple people, who could blame people snatchin up 40mg oxycodone for $5 a pop, I just wish I had. apparently he had found a bag too and shot up. the bass player got us into the show free which they'd promised us at the pittsburgh show.
they played all of their anticop songs, which was awesome. it was at an indoor skate park and there was security. security beat up chicks with mohawks that tried to get on the stage. they tried to kick the girls out. then the band stopped playing and the singer went outside and brought the chick back in. people shouted fuck security, including me, well I kind of started it hahaha. after the show leftover crack shot roman candles at security and then alec the bass player from Leftover Crack asked me and James to smuggle all of their CDs and records over the border so they wouldn't have to pay taxes and shit. we had met two kids who were smoking and drinking all day with us and they came with us to canada to see the leftover crack show the next day in toronto.
between the 4 of us in the car we smoked a shit load of stuff, like 5 joints and 4 bowls in the car. they didn't want to ditch their shit and I swallowed the methadone and oxys I had left, so I didnt have to worry about getting caught with anything at the border. james had a corn cob pipe, I advised him to bring that since he probably wouldn't want to throw a $20 glass piece out when he could throw a $2 cob pipe, so we just threw it out the window. unfortunatly we were too stoned to realize the car had not been aired out properly, and I was on the nod so I didn't really notice. note this was definitly not my idea, I thought they would have taken care of the smoke, he usually lit incense in the car after smoking in it but didn't this time for some reason.
well we crossed the huge bridge that is one of the borders to canada, near niagra falls but not the niagra falls border.
if you've seen cheech and chong, the part where the smoke pours out of the car, then you have a good idea what it looked like when we got out at customs in canada
we had done a small check to see we had got rid of anything illegal minus the CDs cause we were helping the band.
well james misses 3 stop signs at the booth in canada and pulls back and says he's sorry
then she asks us if we have weapons or drugs and we say no
then she calls us over to the lot and we go to customs for 5 hours.
as soon as we get inside the customs office they search the entire car and trunk, finding the unclaimed CDs. (we never said we were going to sell them in canada so what was their problem with it?)
canadian pigs don't need warrants at the border (maybe everywhere) to search everything
"ok give up the dope, the car REEKS of it"
they searched our pockets
they tried to steal my wallet
they stole james car
they stole all of leftover crack's cds (they estimated it was over $10,000 worth of their shit, it was all the cds they took with them on tour)
they took us seperatly into interrigation rooms
oh yeah and you know those snapper things you throw at the ground and they snap, well they found one in the car and opened it up
WE KNOW THAT'S HEROIN
the fucks said. but a friend who went to portland this summer informed me that mexicans sell their heroin in packages like that sometimes, or so he said, I've never been on the west coast and here I've never seen any drug wrapped in that manner.
maybe having books called JUNKY (naked lunch too) and cds by leftover CRACK, and comps about WEED, and movies about COKE (blow and scarface) in the car they wouldn't be so eager to get us
that and the fact "the car reeks of dope"
he said we made the office smell like dope
"did you guys drop acid, eat mushrooms, smoke 6 doobies before you came?"
"but officer, if we dropped acid we wouldn't be able to drive"
lol
all of this while I'm heavily opiated and stoned, I knew they wouldn't nail us with anything (at least me anyways) so I thought it was all very funny but tried to remain somewhat respectful.
the canadian pigs don't know what rights you have
they had to get some fucking huge pad/book out and read us the rights only because I demanded them
when I found out I didn't need to say anything he stopped and said "now will you answer some questions" I told him I wouldn't answer any questions about anyone else. did you take any imodium or pepto bismol? yes I did officer (heh because they potentiate opiates that is... didn't say that of course) do you take any medications? yes, ativan for anxiety, dexedrine for ADHD, Effexor XR for depression, st... "ok, ok"
they didn't like that my eyes were pinpointed
YOU'RE ON HEROIN OR THAT YOU ARE AT LEAST ON SOMETHIN WE KNOW THAT
then they accused me of swallowing hash for having a brown tongue (which I didn't do cause no one ever has hash) they said that james tongue was yellow and accused him of swallowing cocaine
I didn't have to incriminate my buddies but I had no right to refuse being searched so they went through pockets, made you take 1 article of clothing off look at you and then put it back on, which I really don't give a fuck, but still that's like being eye raped by pigs. a strip search without being touched.
they charged james with bringing 2 illegal weapons into canada, a little tiny fold out knife which was loose and could be flipped out so they had a fit even though it took them about 5 times to get it to flip out with out pushing
the other "weapon" was his spiked bracelet
good thing they totally missed the spikes in my jacket's belt
they stopped other people that were helping leftover crack and they said they'd have to pay a shit load of money to get their cds back
something like $1000
fuck that
they stole james car and wanted $400
when they found out none of us had that kind of money and that we weren't gonna call anyone to raise money they decided to "lower" it to "only" $150 or $180 I don't remember
that meant taking all the cash out of our wallet and putting it into their fat fucking pockets
we got the car back
they said "add up the dope they had." they SAID they found 1 seed and they said something about resin but they never charged us with anything "dope" related.
noticed that the only people besides us that got searched that night were blacks and mexicans
fuckin racist pigs
they didn't like the album cover had the planes crashing into the WTC and george, guiliani, and cheney throwing gas on it
"we're still allowed to say what we want in america, we have free speech, do they have that up here"
I wonder what they thought about the tracks on the LOC albums, songs like ONE DEAD COP
lol
one or two of the cops weren't total dicks
the one must have listened to the dead kennedys cause our one friend had a KILL THE POOR hoodie on and said "hey that songs off of fresh fruit for rotting vegetables album"
they wouldn't let our friends in because they had no money and one had no ID
we were told not to come back for 24 hours, but fuck that, I'm not sure I want to come back ever
I fucking hate cops
so after the cops stealing everything we got the car back and went the fuck to those kids house then slept. we woke up and left for PA
RIGHT BEFORE THE PA BORDER
the state pigs were blocking off the road and pulled like 10 people over
they pulled us over because I wasn't wearing my seat belt
CLICK-IT-OR-TICKET, it's not for your safety it's for generating THEIR revenue
they gave me a ticket without a price on it which I'm not fucking paying anyways
get out of the car son
WHY ARE YOUR EYES PINPOINTED
THAT USUALLY INDICATES NARCOTICS USE
no shit officer what are you gonna do motherfucker, of course I didn't say that but I was polite. the methadone was doing a good job of keeping my eyes constricted. they asked me what meds I'm on and said to get back in the car. they also started searching the car without my friends permission.
"what's that!" -officer pointing to ketchup packet
"a packet of ketchup" -james
after ONLY 15 minutes let us go and I learned to hate cops a lot more than I thought was possible
but it was a good life experience
I had fun
we saw the band
saw canada from a customs office and had a great story to tell
yeah I know that's all fucked up, I wrote all of the above right when I got home. It was a hillarious experience because we all knew they wouldn't get us for anything and we were all fucked out of our minds, especially me since I was nodding in and out from the methadone and oxycodone. oh yeah, we were all drinking throughout the day mostly 40s and they never once asked us if we had been drinking. the one kid got a beer dumped on him when his girlfriend got pissed at him and smelled like beer the whole night.