Last month Clark’s father ordered him to move out of the house because the 22-year-old had been unemployed since high school and refused to look for a job. Clark’s mother said the boy’s bedroom looks like the county landfill.

Two months after he got tossed out of his boyhood home, we find Clark headed for municipal court to answer for a town ordinance violation. Two blocks away from the courthouse, Clark stops at the town’s oldest building which is being preserved as an historic site.

He turns over a rock on the corner of the front yard, looks around, then places a plastic bag under the rock. Two furniture store employees across the street see Clark acting suspiciously. Clark again looks furtively around, then heads for the courthouse. He knows there’s a good chance he’ll be searched by deputies when he enters the courthouse.

While Clark waits for his case to come up, the furniture store guys check under the rock and find that the plastic bag contains what they believe to be marijuana. They notify the police.

Coincidentally, the town’s narcotics squad is housed on the second floor over the furniture store. Several hours later, when Clark returns from court, he goes directly to his special rock and turns it over. Surprise, surprise, Clark’s marijuana stash is gone. In place of the plastic bag is a note: "Turn around and look up, across the street," the note says, "You’re busted."

Clark turns, looks up, and sees two cops waving at him from the second floor of the building across the street. A third cops comes up behind Clark and handcuffs him. He’s charged with "possession with intent to distribute marijuana" and now resides in the county jail.

Meanwhile, the cops are falling down laughing over the rock story. The lieutenant in charge of narcotics says they’re thinking about nominating Clark for the annual "Dumb as a Rock" award. He’ll probably win.