Busted

I was walking through a small town in the dark.  I entered a house and there was a band playing with a lot of people watching.  The band was four black men playing bells and chimes.  They were obviously having fun playing.  There was no other percussion even though there were drums that nobody was playing.  One of the percussionists I recognized as somebody who was a panhandler.  I thought maybe all drummers are panhandlers to make ends meet.  I walked to the front to get a better look.  They invited me to join in playing.  One of them handed me a long peace pipe.  I was reluctant to take it but did anyhow to not offend them.  I took a long drag on the pipe and it was quite noisy.  Everybody laughed.  They showed me the proper way to smoke the peace pipe, which was to blow through it and somebody else could inhale the smoke.  The drummers were all Rastafarian's I now noticed.  They assured me there was nothing in the pipe that was illegal.  In fact they were smoking some kind of nut than was dried out.  They lit the nut and inhaled the smoke from it.  One of them told me I was having an excellent reaction to the smoke.  I went back to the back of the house and watched while women were roasting the nuts to prepare for smoking.  They had an oven and the nuts came out every once in a while ready for smoking.  Even though there was a fire in the oven I was cold and got underneath a blanket.  There were several other people under the blanket with me and I felt embarrassed.  Just then the police came in to the house and started arresting everybody.  They took me away and told me I was now in the custody of the state of California.  The police took us to a holding area next to the lake and we had to go in front of a judge.  All the Rastafarian's claimed they had a right to smoke because it was part of their religion.  I considered joining their religion so I would not be prosecuted but the judge disallowed the religion argument.  We were all put in trucks and taken away.