Thanks for the contributions folks. Here's my story.
Asbury Park has always been one of my favorite destinations. From college days of lore I was attracted to the place. I played the games with open air above me. Stone Pony with FLA. All of that good old shit. My local OTB restaurant is also on the boardwalk next to the pinball museum. This was my second time with an opened container. They found me when I was out. Some cops must have walked up to me passed out drunk. I wake up in a hospital with a train ticket. I didn't drive there since I knew I'd be drinking. Tried to get out and was taken back to my bed. My bag was there without my bag of weed. I bought it at the train station from a friend from work. In my bag was the shirt I came down with, (changed it when I bought a shirt down there) my weed was gone but there was a bell. One of those dome topped silver things that make a ring from the small button on top. I don't know where it came from but it was there.
After another drunk pill the cops took me in and ran me. They gave me a lunch box and drove me to the train. Court day comes and I have my tie on. 6 mos. to behave myself. Pay off my $900 in fines and costs and no record.
I am going to fail a piss test. I'll probably going to fail another. I'll cut out the weed when my bag is done. I just smoke it at home. Am I a criminal? Yea, I was found in a dangerous area with a bag of weed passed out. I could have been hurt. Not much to smack me on the head and enter my pockets. I went back there for the zombie walk. Won't go back since I am on a list.
They finally released me from the hospital and right into the hands of the cops.