wait, Bob Weir lived with Neal Cassady as a teenager? and learned how to drive from him? that's pretty sick.

love the username

edit: also, did you know that apparently Neal's last words were something like "16,202" as he was apparently counting railroad ties when he was hammered and awoke during the coma

bingo. a warrant for a person is totally different from a warrant to search for drugs.

he denied it AFTER they searched his house for the person. they can't just search your shit when looking for someone. the whole "we knocked and a door to your secret cache flew open" is the reason they used for the warrant (since technically they arent allowed to).

He probably realized this after giving them permission to search for the person, but at the point it's too late.

edit: the initial search and warrant was for a person. warrants are very specific about what you can and cannot search.hence why they needed ANOTHER one

> Deputies state in the complaint that they knocked on the door they found in the basement and the door came open revealing the cache of drugs.

Dude. IANAL, but I'm almost positive since they were there for a person they aren't allowed to "search" through your shit. This is how they get around actually searching. By making up a story about "knocking on the door...and the door came open revealing all the secret stuff". This is pretty ridiculous.

man, that antoons $5 pizza was really something back in the day.

> In college, I called this the "$10 pizza theory." (Adjust as necessary for inflation.)

I disagree. My dad owned a pizza shop and sold 20" pies for 9.99 and they were awesome.

> . It made me realize how flat and naturally boring most of NY and Southern Ontario were.

Living here and traveling this is one of the first things I'm acutely aware of. Everywhere else is just so flat. Like "you can watch your dog run away for 2 weeks" feeling.