Utter and total bullshit, I'm entirely sympathetic to your friend, and I hope this settles out quickly. Because that's pretty much the happy ending. 6oz of weed in states where weed ain't legal is carte blanche for the cops to make dire trouble for you. It's 6x what's legal in WA and CO. It's still under what's legal in CA with a card but a brief glance at LA's laws leads me to believe the prudent move is to cop to possession right quick and move the hell on. And then not smoke weed anymore. If the neighbors do have that big of a hard-on for him, he's kinda gotta operate like he's already breaking the law... and as a wise lawyer once told me, "never break more than one law at a time."
IF YOU BREAK THE LAW ROUTINELY, HUBSKI, LIVE BY THIS AXIOM. This was told to me by my brother a very long time ago. It's a very good rule of thumb. Do I always obey it? Nope, I suck. Can you skate by without obeying it? Yes, sure, for a while at least. But I'd say you open yourself up to discovery (and trouble) exponentially when you start breaking law in multiples.as a wise lawyer once told me, "never break more than one law at a time."
I grew up in the desert. Keggers were at the end of long, winding dirt roads. All party spots had names. The amount of alcohol present was generally in direct proportion to the distance driven from pavement. Seemed to run about 2 cases per mile, rough approximation - one could expect to find roughly 5 cases (plus BYOB) at Pumice Mines, 2 1/2 miles from where the pavement ends. The location for the senior campout, as pioneered by my graduating class, was called "BFE." BFE was an hour and a half into the mountains by pavement followed by approximately 45 minutes via dirt clear across two jurisdictions. It was literally in deep enough that if you left the party drunk you'd be sober by the time you hit tarmac. Unfortunately the class after mine had no senior campout. The organizers, irritated by the amount of time necessary to get to BFE, decided to speed across a Reservation with 40 cases and 5 kegs in the back of a van. There was even a picture of the bust with a hilariously understated caption in the yearbook. ONE LAW AT A TIME KIDS
What was great is that we could bet broken up by the cops and yell out "go to the Bitch," and they'd have no idea what we meant.I grew up in the desert. Keggers were at the end of long, winding dirt roads. All party spots had names.
-Same story where I grew up. On FB, they're trying to plan our 20th reunion (yes, I am old) and people started throwing out names from our HS party spots: "The Bitch, The Silo, Harley Hills" etc.
The deck is stacked against that. The contemporary legal jurisprudence in the US is "scare suspect with 15 trumped up charge to get them to plea bargain" which has come laws that criss-cross each other to give the state the advantage at every turn. There is no way to only break one law at a time when the Rule of Man is the jurisdiction instead of Rule of Law.