now this is from one of my fav ganja papers in uk,was reading through some old ones & came across this ,so hope ya like it Right, so it seems that a truckload of weed was found abandoned on a slip road outside of Los Angeles. And i'm not talking about a couple of kilos either;this had a street value of $20 million, so its a serious fucking amount. Now theres a touch of the Marie Celestes about it all too,as the vehicle was unlocked and the engine still warm,but no one was in the cab. Spooky. Apparently there are "no suspects or no real leads". A dibble called Sgt preszler of the California Highway Patrol had this to say about the whole thing: "somebody's going to be in some major trouble for walking away & leaving that quantity sitting on the side of the freeway. I'm glad i'm not him" FUCKING UNDERSTATEMENT OR WHAT? I'll bet the genius who did it wishes he wasn't him and was somewhere far away,In fact ,if he's got any sense he probably is somewhere far away,as while dope dealers of my acquaintance are mainly a pretty laid back bunch, i reckon they'd be a bit irate about the loss of $20m worth of greenery. what a baffoon! Maybe he was abducted by aliens? This kinda reminded me of an incident along the same lines that involved people known to yours truly. No names mentioned,but they(and a whole load of others)know who they are; 2 flatmates decided to make a bit of money by getting into dope dealing. I mean lots of people seem to do okay out of it so how hard could it be? They scrimped and save and get a good amount of money together. A deal is brokered and off they go. The guy heads off to pick up a load of weed(not $20m worth you understand,nobody i know is in that sort of league)in the flatmates car.Anyhow ,it all goes off without any sort of hitch,money changes hands;he picks up the spinach,puts it all in the boot and is heading back to base when he needs to take a piss. He pulls into a motorway service place and runs to use the toilet. He's so desperate to strain his green that he leaves the keys in the ignition and the door unlocked. What a fucking fanny. Anyhow ,he gets back ,no car.He thinks maybe he's come out the wrong exit,so he retraces his steps;theres only one exit,and the motor is definitely isn't where he left it. In true West of Scotland style some fucker had stolen it. Shit! What to do? He cant phone the polis because he's got something like a pound of weed in the boot and theres no way they'll believe that amounts for personal use. As it turned out,the car was lifted by a joyrider who drove it until it ran out of petrol then torched it. This of course meant no more weed,but it also meant no run in with the old bill either. Plus the flatmate was able to claim the car had been stolen from outside the house and make an insurance claim. The loss =£1500 in weed was a small price to pay,and at least it was their own money and not fronted by a third party. Its not rocket science;if you're driving around with a lot of dope and you need to go for a piss or anything else,lock the fucking car door before you do it. You really could'nt make this fucking stuff up.