My best mate Joe
Several years ago, around the year 2000, I was lucky enough buy my own house and move out of my parents gaff into a lovely little 2 bed terrace where I still live now with my two cats Elwood & New Cat (see jelly.b3ta.com/questions/petstories/post81911)

And as soon as the paint was dry and all my stuff was in, I did what every stoner dreams about and started growing my own dope plants. Over the years I had collected quite a few nice plump seeds from the many different types of weed I bought. These were carefully germinated on paper towel in the airing cupboard and then painstakingly transferred into small yoghurt pots with compost and then eventually into larger pots (possibly also yoghurt). After a few weeks I ended up with about 12 totally different plants, all sitting nicely in my lounge window, swaying in the breeze and catching the sun.

Needless to say this was not a complex growing operation.

Anyway, shortly after I moved in, my best friend Joe (not his real name) joined me to occupy the second bedroom. At the start we got along famously, drinking endless small French beers from sainsburys (man, they were cheap), watching Beavis&Butthead and cooking bbqs in the garden. We had also recently discovered Ecstasy and a man who could easily get them so the evenings were spent talking bollocks, hugging eachother, listening to hard house records (yes, it was 2000ish, it was good then!!) and watching more Beavis&Butthead (on a side note here, if you havnt seen their movie, you really should)

Life. Was. Good.

But as im sure many of you will know, being best friends with someone does not always equate to being able to live with them and we started getting on eachothers nerves. I can’t remember the exact details but it was the usual quarrels…milk, washing up, food, tidiness, shampoo, washing powder, mouldy pint glasses in his room etc and we started drifting apart. Joe started hanging around with a different crowd but still living with me.

And so one evening he decided to go out on the town drinking with his crowd, with half a pill in his pocket.

In the early hours I got a call from one of his mates asking if he was with me, I said he wasn’t and tried to find out what had happened.

What transpired was that he had been arrested hanging out of a car window down the high street, shouting abuse at people with a half-full pint glass in his hand. (luckily with someone else driving) The police had stopped and searched him, found the half and Joe being Joe, had got extremely irate with them. Insisting that a half was nothing and they should f8ck off and find some real criminals.

The police, of course, had other ideas about class A drugs and because he had given them so much abuse dragged him back to the copshop for some questioning.

So sitting in the police interview, it comes to the question of where Joe lives.

Is it…

A) My house (where he lives); full of ecstasy, beer bottles, beavis&butthead videos and weed plants.

B) His parents house, a (now) million pound house in the nicest part of surrey with his uber straight conservative parents, sleeping in bed after a nice cup of horlicks who know nothing of Joes recreational drug fondness.

Ive spoken to Joe about this several times and this is why I love him (in a best mate stylee)…he didn’t think twice…it was the parents.

And so after a little more questioning the police jumped in their riot van and rocked on down to one of the nicest parts of surrey and proceeded to wake his parents up and rip Joes old bedroom apart. Literally went to town, like this was the biggest drug bust surrey had ever seen.

Of course they didn’t find anything, it was all at mine and at the end of the day he was let off with a caution. Which popped up nicely on the search when he was applying for a role for a charity and nearly lost him the job.

I was (and still am) working at a company that does a lot of work for the government, I have a high level of security clearance and being caught growing marijuana and possession of ecstasy could have seriously, seriously f8cked that up.

The sh1t he got from his parents must have been something else.

Joe still has his own key to my house and he is often found passed out on my sofa with beavis&butthead still playing in the background and Elwood sleeping on top of him.

So there you go, the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.

You can’t really argue with that can you?

My best friend x

Edit: I should probably add that I no longer do silly things like this and neither does Joe. Remember kids drugs are bad...mmmmkay
(Qualitypapers, Thu 2 Oct 2008, 22:41, 2 replies)

thats
beautifully selfless. good guy.
(Roopy all is not what it seams, Sat 4 Oct 2008, 2:00, closed)

Or possibly
he was just so off his face he just said the first address that popped into his head?
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Sat 4 Oct 2008, 10:21, closed)