I once got busted for pot when I wasn’t even there. I had left a used hash pipe at a friend’s place. His apartment got raided and he promptly ratted me out. Which was perfectly understandable — he had a record and might actually have gone to jail if he had claimed it.
As a juvenile (so very, very long ago), I faced no such penalty. In fact, the judge assigned to my case — a man named Rodney Mykle, now on the Manitoba Court of Queen’s Bench — sentenced me to write a 10-page essay on the pros and cons of marijuana.
“Just report whatever you find out,” he said.
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