Mr.Brown

this happened a few years ago when i was living in the hills outside of kingston in jamaica...

heavy smoking, of course... i was in jamaica after all... i started my own outdoor cultivation in the hills of st. andrew (blue mountains) whilst working in a guest house close to Newcastle.

anyways, one afternoon i was under
heavy duty sensi and my boss (the owner of the guest house) told me "i want u to meet the local police, here is their boss..." i was standing there with my fat spliff in my hand... "this is mr brown" my boss told me (i was facing an older jamaican man who was indeed very brown, just like in that Bob Marley song... mr brown...
i laughed out loud (stoner...i know) and looked at him with a grin, "mr brown?" "yes, nice to meet you" he answered politely...
it was his real name!!

note that smoking ganja was, and still isn't, legal in jamaica, also note that i am a white girl smoking my head off in front of the police officer... and getting away with it! he could have taken me into custody and asked for a fortune to release me out of there.

well, that was my encounter with mr brown, in jamaica...

i like your story, and i wish it had happened to me. the only mr browns i know are total shitheads. this guy sounds like a legend though, toke on!

that sounds like a great experience. The only mr brown i know is asian.