I say fake cops because - according to what she told me, while they pulled her over with a light on the car they were only interested in what was in the trunk, wore plain clothes, and yes, the summons was fake, I should imagine if they were real she would have been arrested. Also strange was that the car she was supposed to meet with and get the money from was leading her, and stopped as well. when she was pulled over. just odd. I suppose they could have been real cops but that would mean they were bad cops. btw it was something like 200 pounds as i recall. Bearing in mind pot was very cheap back then (yes, i inhaled
it was still an awful lot of pot. I was only 16 at the time - the most i had seen would fit in a sandwich baggie. There were 2 of them (cops). They pulled her over, searched her car, confiscated the pot, and sent her home. I'm not even sure if there was a paper summons. I also don't know what if anything she may have said to the other person that also stopped, the one with the money for the exchange. We only talked about the incident that one time, sitting outside the cafeteria at PCC (Pima Community College). It never came up again except in the general discussion of her concern about the landlord.
We talked there for a couple of hours at PCC, When we left I went home and grabbed a sleeping bag, a change of clothes, and a 22 rifle from my trailer in south Tucson and was at her place late afternoon the same day. She lived right along the main street that took you out to the PCC campus I think, near downtown, in a very tiny efficiency apartment that was attached to the landlords house I think. I cant remember the name of the street - it may have been a turn off the main street for that matter, a cozy neighborhood as i recall - possibly near cherry. I'll have a look at google earth later and see if it jogs my memory.
Theres alot I cant remember right now, maybe it will all come back in time, now that I have a photo to remind me of her. Thanks so much again for that. We had a very sweet time together over the next few weeks. Each helping the other to overcome shyness. We were playful and loving. I was 16 and she was 21. It was my moment in the sun.
Back to the facts - You asked about her landlord. All I can recall atm is that his first name was a single syllable, Doug or something. and I think his last name may have been as well. When we werent getting anywhere with the police I called the phone company and said I was him, that a guest of mine had made some long distance calls and wanted to settle up with me, could I please have a copy of the previous months phone bill, maybe it was 2 months... not sure. Any way from that phone bill I found that he was making regular calls to Boise Idaho I think it was, and I fancied that was his out of state connection for the drugs, whether he was buying or selling. We turned that information over to the cops, or the feds, I guess I may have let her sister deal with that part of it as I have no recollection of meeting with them directly.
Over time I guess we let our gaurd down a bit, we were living together - her fear subsided. I had told some girl that if she ever felt the need to run away from home again to come and get me to help her rather then just leaving - She eventually tried to take me up on it, but i was now living with Allison, My mother called me there and told me I had a girl looking for me that said I had promised to take care of her. I had to go and handle that and it took a few days, While I was gone Allision disappeared. I blamed myself of course. I should have never left her there.
Out of order and somewhat backwards thats as much as I recall atm. let me know if you have anymore questions, It feels good to at least get her story told. If nothing else she is not forgotten.
I have a doctors appt so I'll wrap this up and get it off, look for a reply later.
regards
John