Why Joe Rogan can smoke weed in Texas even though they have marijuana checkpoints everywhere

The other day, Joe Rogan lit a joint on his podcast in Austin, Texas – and nobody got arrested! This was a point raised by a Reddit user on the official JRE Reddit thread, which read: In the great country of Texas, where cannabis is strictly forbidden, how come Joe (who’s been rubbing shoulders with the governor ) to openly smoke without consequences on his podcast? [Source]

The top answer came from someone by the name of “StudentLoanGambler” who said the following;

Hi Texas native, I currently live in Austin and it’s like a drop of Cali in Texas. Loads of hippies and such, and the current sheriff has even said (via twitter) that they won’t prosecute/confiscate small amounts of weed. Go outside of Houston, however, and you’ll get offense if you have a Keif Fang in your grinder

That’s true, Austin is by far one of the most liberal cities in Texas and they recently floated the idea of ​​legalizing cannabis in the city, despite the state’s laws. There is actually a lot of support for cannabis in the state, but it’s also one of the stricter states when it comes to getting arrested.

If you go through the thread, you’ll see a number of comments about one thing that sets Texas apart from the rest: “They have a border patrol inside the state.”

That’s right, if you’re driving through Texas, you could be stopped by border patrol officers coming from Arizona. This was echoed by another Reddit user named “Sea_Conversation2799” who said:

If someone drives cross-country through Texas, they should visit the checkpoints on the freeway. There are a few permanent ones who have caught me with their dogs a few times. I didn’t have much so they let me go, but definitely if you’re driving through Texas with weed on I-10. Search online for the inspection stations. These are permanent structures that you can avoid on small roads.

This was something I didn’t know a while ago and decided to drive around Texas. Here’s the story I replied to in the thread, but I want to repost it here because it’s a good story.

Reginald Reefers Run in with the Law in Texas

Yes, this advice would have been great when we decided to drive from Cali to Tampico in Mexico in a van that looked like a dirty version of the Mystery Machine, while carrying long hair, all our instruments and junk in the van and a Bud of some of the stinkiest weeds out there.

Everything was fine until we got to Texas… a little nervous, my friend and I decided to hit the Cali weed and get some rest. My friend takes a puff and passes it to me… I take a puff and as I exhale a dog barks in the window… I look up… “Oh shit!”

My friend froze, unable to make eye contact with the BP agent, and I watched all of this unfold like a bad prank show gone wrong. A few moments of awkwardness turned to “Could you park over there…”

For the few seconds of “alone time” we had, I just said… “Okay dude, I hid the weed on me… nothing in the van… don’t say shit!” I wasn’t sure if the message conveyed the blank, terrified expression protruded on his face. Anyway… it’s showtime!

I get out of the van when a “young man” grabs my arm and wants to tap me out. I was wearing beachwear so I had some sort of wrap shorts with no pockets. Novice didn’t notice I had my swim trunks underneath, with the whistle and mini-bud locked away in plain view.

When the cop backed up and pulled me to the side…I got a chance to watch my friend being treated by seven or eight cops, some dogs pacing the van…not finding shit.

The smell of weed was evident. You didn’t need dogs. But I knew there wasn’t a trace of weed in that van.

When they couldn’t find anything, the interrogations began. I wasn’t sure if my friend would crack or not. He was bullied by a group of angry Roid thugs, and when this bald, dick-looking motherfucker came up to me and said, “Your friend told us you had the pipe and the weed,” I got into a sticky spot.

It’s a logical conclusion for the cop to think that if anything, we’d only have a whistle or weed with us…but if my friend spilled the beans and I fought back…I figured if If they found out, shit, I’d be in even bigger trouble.

I stood there for a moment and then said, “Eh fuck it…” and I picked up the wrap thing, revealed the hidden pocket, and handed the racquet to the guy with the 1/10th of a gram of weed we had left .

The guy guarding me was pissed off! but fuck him for sucking at his job!

Well, after finally spending the better part of an hour deploying 3 dog units and about 7-8 BP officers, they finally discovered the 1/10 gram weed. Your tax money at work!

About 40 minutes later the dick looking motherfucker came back and gave us the keys and told us to fuck off. That it’s a warning

At that moment we calmly took the keys…. said “thank you sir” and drove further away until they were out of sight.

The relief we felt was palpable and it turns out the BP officers had actually done us a favor as when we attempted to cross the US-Mexico border we had to turn around and then they fully packed the van out of.

We sat quietly and watched their efforts, knowing that the Texas Border Patrol had already made sure we had nothing in them.

Damn Texas!

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That one experience shaped my life forever, it was one of the scariest and happiest moments of my existence. Since then, I’ve never ridden in the state of Texas with grass on my body. Rather, I just buy in whatever town I land in because we know prohibition is a catastrophic mistake, and pretty much anywhere weed is illegal can be bought.

Hell, even in prison!

Do you have a story about weed and Texas? I’d love to know in the comments section!

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