This is going back to the days when Michael Jackson didn't look a freak and hot chicks had super big hair and wore shoulder pads but I was lucky enough to score shrooms, which was a rarity then, and got caught by my snoopy mom. I hate shrooms but my girlfriend loved them, so to score some points for the bedroom, I forked out the dough and stashed them in my bedroom until the weekend when we could party. My mom found them and I gave her the "They aren't mine, they are for a friend" line, but she wasn't buying it, and I watched $90 go down the drain. Boy did I get in shit. But I was telling the truth, and to this day, decades later, my parents still don't believe me.
So, maybe Beasley was telling the truth. Pot and speeding are really polar opposites, like snorting coke to meditate, or getting a shot of adrenaline to go to sleep. Like someone before mentioned, when driving baked, you think you are driving like Mario Andretti but actually going only 30km/hr. So maybe he is just really stupid, his friend really did leave some pot under his seat, and got caught speeding.
So, maybe Beasley was telling the truth. Pot and speeding are really polar opposites, like snorting coke to meditate, or getting a shot of adrenaline to go to sleep. Like someone before mentioned, when driving baked, you think you are driving like Mario Andretti but actually going only 30km/hr. So maybe he is just really stupid, his friend really did leave some pot under his seat, and got caught speeding.
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