I’ll admit, I’m not perfect. I had some wild times during my younger days. I’m talking as wild as wild can be. I was cleaning out the garage and found my smuggling oil can. I’ve never hurt anyone intentionally, unless they were trying to hurt me. I’ve never stolen anything. I’m basically a good person. I still hold and open doors for the ladies, I respect the elderly, I will give just about anyone the shirt off my back if need be. I have a clear conscience.
But, way back when, I did burn some rope on occasion, and I did inhale. I really don’t know many people who haven’t, and if they are around my age, and they say they haven’t, they’re probably lying. No matter, back to the can.
This can has been through more airports and through domestic and international customs than I can remember. Obviously, it is hollow, and has a weighted lead band around the internal compartment, which is quite a bit smaller than the can. It feels (weight) like a real can of oil…side by side, it would be hard to differentiate between the two. It never failed me. It has had some rope and hash in it, some money, a derringer and bullets, many things at different times. I always put it in a duffel bag with some original oil cans exactly like it, and told anyone who inquired, I was going fishing, or doing something that might require oil.
It is now on the mantle, brings back memories. People ask me, “why in the hell do you have an oil can on the mantle?” I just smile.
Now I give you, The Juju Oil Can.