It was a great spring break

Springtime break 2 years ago was unquestionably the best time of our life. I spent a full 2 weeks at the beach, getting wild every single night plus soaking up sunshine in the surf every single morning. I had our buddies there, both of us were all of a single brain of having as much fun as both of us could before going back to school to finish the year. Because the tired beachside neighborhood only gets tied up during Springtime break, the local cops have a real relaxed attitude towards the visitors. They have one cannabis store, but as of yet don’t have recreational use legalized… except for Springtime break, but during this time, as a way to prop up the local economy, weed laws are not enforced, nor are open container liquor laws. It is like the wild west, with booze flowing plus people walking around blazing fat joints of cannabis, so is it any wonder I had a fantastic time? Here is where the story turns, though, because after Springtime chop ends the cops start enforcing those cannabis laws again. I stayed later than everyone else, because I didn’t want it to end, plus I went to the beach to stand plus smoke cannabis plus watch the sun set. I spent that night in prison, plus the only reason they didn’t prosecute me for cannabis possession was because the local magistrate was on holiday plus it was too much trouble to keep me. They pulled me out of town, plus I was just thankful that they didn’t search our car plus find all the other weed I had!

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