A Bag of Bad Decisions
VIRGINIA CITY, Nev.–The desert has never been kind to the reckless or the stupid, and Caleb Harman, 31, of Las Vegas, appears to have been both in spades when he rolled through Storey County in the early hours of February 10 with expired tags, a revoked driver’s license, and enough narcotics to tranquilize a minor-league football team.
The Storey County Sheriff’s Office, ever the vigilant custodians of Nevada’s backroads, pulled Harman over for what should have been a routine registration violation. But this was no mere bureaucratic oversight—no, sir.
When the deputies ran his name, the wires lit up like a Reno slot machine: an extraditable felony warrant out of Sparks. The man was already wanted and yet trundling along with brazen optimism.
Then came the pièce de résistance.
A search of his vehicle turned up 25 pounds of marijuana and a baggy of cocaine—an amateur mistake. It’s the kind of haul you expect from a failed drug peddler who thought the rules of reality didn’t apply to him.
If you’re going to drive around with enough contraband to make a DEA agent sweat, you should at least have the common sense to fix your goddamn registration. But no—Harman took the scenic route straight into the jaws of the law, and now he’s cooling his heels in the Storey County Detention Facility, booked on enough charges to keep him tied up in court until the next presidential election.
His rap sheet reads like a cautionary tale–possession of a controlled substance, possession of marijuana, an outstanding warrant from Sparks, driving with a revoked license, and, of course, the ever-classic expired registration. One can only imagine what was going through his head as the cops turned his ride into an evidence locker.
Perhaps it was a moment of clarity, a recognition that he had officially lost the game. Or maybe, just maybe, he was wondering if a store down the road sold license plate stickers and how things might have been different if he’d just made that one simple stop.
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