The Neighbors are Criminals

The gas company has been doing work in our apartment complex this week and in order to do all that they need to do, it's necessary that they go into everyone's apartments.

Apparently, upon entering one of our neighbor's apartments (and, specifically, the apartment right next door to my American friend's place) they found a gigantic weed farm.

Yes, you read that correctly. I said WEED FARM.

M was biking home from work when he saw men throwing gigantic marijuana plants from the balcony of this apartment into the bed of a truck. Seems the gas guys snitched and the cops showed up to hack down the abundance of wacky weed growing in the living room and to cart the would-be drug lords off to jail.

"But why?" I hear you query. "Isn't wacky weed legal over there?"

VINCENT: Yeah, it's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean you can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint, and start puffin' away. You're only supposed to smoke in your home or certain designated places.

JULES: Those are hash bars?

VINCENT: Yeah, it breaks down like this: it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it and, if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's legal to carry it, which doesn't really matter 'cause -- get a load of this -- if the cops stop you, it's illegal for them to search you. Searching you is a right that the cops in Amsterdam don't have.

Jules: Oh, man, I'm goin', that's all there is to it -- I'm fuckin' goin'.

Vincent: I know baby. You'd dig it the most.

Ahem, sorry. I got off track. Where was I? Oh right...

It is legal to grow it in your home, but every adult is only allowed to have 5 plants. For instance, if M and I were so inclined, we could have 10 marijuana plants decorating our place instead of the ficus and ferns we have now. (Actually, we have neither of those plants. I just like alliteration.)

So, either our neighbors were trying to start a home-based drug business in their apartment or they have 38 people living with them.