Bringing buds to Canada, is like bringing sand to the beach!

When you Chauffeur someone from the States to Canada, and they try to smuggle in herb, WTF!

Let me tell you of a time, one of my good friends asked me to do a road trip and pick of a fellow disc jockey from Detroit. At the time I was pretty active Djing and performing with my band The Beatfarbikators all over the world, we had just got from our tour in Japan, so this was around 2009. My friend who had previously owner a wicked underground spot called The Mushroom Gallery in Mississauga, had expanded to this sick placed called 369 going on in Toronto. He had a big event coming up and one of the DJ's that was headlining needed a ride to Toronto, I was use to travelling so I was up for a road trip. I just needed to make sure I was fully Cannacated before I cross that boarder, a buzz strong enough to last me from the US boarder all the way back to Toronto FFS.

So just before we got there, I pulled out the last of my bit of herb and rolled a fatty, then puffed it back like there was no tomorrow, my buddy at the time was not into cannabis of any sort, the hardcore was his vice, needless to say, by the time I was done, I was RED.

When we pulled up, the American Boarder Guard was totally cool, he asked us the typical questions, where you going, what's the purpose of the trip, you know. Then he asked me to open the hatch, he inspected my car in, out and all around, plus under the car. We cleared without a question. I was buzzing and feeling great and we are actually getting through this without any stress.

Now it was to deal with the Detroit streets in the middle of the night, two white boys from Canada, let me tell you, there was light stop I just kept driving through without even second guessing if there was a cop there of not. When we arrived to the stop, buddy was there puffing on a smoke, it looked like he had taken a few and tossed it, he got in and we made our way back to Toronto.

Upon arriving at the Canadian boarder, there was a team of guards at each station, nothing like the US (one guy). They looked at us, two white guys with one black guy, I looked RED, and we had just crossed the board 40 minutes ago, needless to say, it looked like a drug smuggle operation. They slapped a BIG ASS yellow sticker on my window, then he yelled at me "Pull IT OVER THERE!" I looked at my buddy and said WTF, and we both asked him what is going on? He again yelled "PULL IT OVER THERE!" and pointed very aggressively to the direction of a team of guards waiting to violate all of us and my car. The one guard asked us the questions, while the other guards went medieval on my car, opening all the doors, and making threats if we don't give up the drugs, they'll put my car up on blocks and rip it apart till they find it. Because they couldn't find anything in the car, they planted a used pack of zig zags in the back hatch area of my car, acted like they just found it " OH LOOKY!!!! LOOKY WHAT WE FOUND HERE!!!!.

The funny thing was the pack had the insert ripped to make filters, and at the time I smoked joints and would eat the roach, so I wouldn't ever put a filter in, mean while the American guy didn't find shit, so I knew they planted those papers.

I tried to dispute, but that made them push us harder on the interrogating. My buddy who arrange this whole trip was freaking out large because he didn't even smoke herb, and felt this was unnecessary harassment, which made these guard go even harder.

They forced us to enter the building, and registered us in the computer system, then documented the occurrence, yes this occurrence has been entered into our records, which just happened to be the Canadian boarder enforcement system (good bye to my travel plans FFS). Then one by one they pulled us into a little room with no windows and strip search us, I was first, and I remember the thoughts of how the fuck I ended up getting myself into this brutal situation. Then they grabbed my buddy, and he kicked, yelled and screamed till they threatened to charge him. Once they pulled the guy we were bring to Canada in, he immediately pulled out a fucking roach out of his sock, and didn't even make him take anything off, I was like WTF MAN.

We got out and were back on our way, violated and exhausted. I turn to buddy from Detroit and said " Are you totally fucked man, bring herb to Canada, is like brining sand to the fucking beach!" I bet after this experience he will think twice about doing anything like that ever again, especially when I refused to take him back.

The moral of this story boys and girls....I don't even have to say.

If you have a great story like this and want to share it, let me know, I'm sure people would love to hear yours like they just did mine.