Rinse and repeat.

Last Friday night, I am driving in one of our gang/drug areas and this car cuts me off.  It was bad enough that I had to hit the brakes to avoid hitting him.  I light him up and he pulls over.

Me: Hmm...say, don't I know you from somewhere?  Oh yeah, I arrested you last month for possession of meth.  Wasn't that a Friday night?

Repeat Randy: Yeah.

Me: Weren't you in this same car with another fine upstanding gentleman about 20 feet from here?

Repeat Randy: Yes.

Me: Did you bail out or something?

Repeat Randy: Nah, the DA dropped the charges.

(What the fuck?!?  I did not even get a summons to court and neither did my partner!)

Me: Ok then.  Do you have anything illegal in your car today?

Repeat Randy: No.

Me:  Do you mind if I have a look?

Repeat Randy: Go ahead.

So, we do.  And what do we find?  A little dime bag of cocaine!

This time we tow his car, as he is parked in front of a driveway.  At the very least, he will have to pay to get his car out of jail.  I have no idea why the DA decided to boot his last case.  Lame sauce.

So let's recap.  Same guy, same location, same day of week and same time of day.  At least it was a different drug. 

See you next month, Randy!