Oh yeah. Fourrrr, hehe
Humber Valley was a public coarse near my house growing up.
One Monday Don and I decided to bag off school and go play.
We swung by a buddies and grabbed a Q.P. of Black Hash so we could have a smoke.
I grab my clubs and break off a chunk and casuly throw the rest under the seat of my 76 Ford Pinto in the parking lot of Humber Valley.
Pay, tee off no problem.
As we are approaching the first green we see a gentleman behind some tree's watching us.
Odd but ok.
Putt out tee off, second green same thing, there is a guy just standing there watching us.
Now we are getting worried.
I've a half ounce in my pocket and 3 1/2 ounces stupidly under my driver's seat.
This is the 80's and not quite legal yet.
So we tee off, shitting our selves, young kids.
3rd fairway I'm walking upto my ball and behind me is a bright yellow Metro Toronto Police Cruiser coming through the trees and down the center of the fairway right at us.
Previous experience tells me running get you chased.
So I slid the hash out dropped it on the fairway and squished it into the ground with my spikes, as the Cruiser sped up tword us.
I'm thinking this is it I'm feked, that's weight, not a couple joints.
Well he veers around us and excelates down the fairway.
Don looks at me we grab our clubs and beeline for the parking lot.
Turns out someone robbed the variety store across the street and ran off through the golf course.
They didn't give a dam about us, but I was shitting myself that day.
Didn't even care about the hash I pushed into the ground, I was happy to get out of dodge.
I'm pretty sure I went to class for the rest of the week, didn't play golf again for a while.
If I had have ran he would have busted me.
Like poker you have to know when to hold em.
And when to fold em , or run like hell.
No Tiger Woods.
Do you play?
#Vivosun #Love What You Grow
Bill284