Your RUN-INS with THE LAW!

[chemikillgod]

Hi. :)

Yeah, I've been gone for a while and I usually don't make threads usually but since I just got everything figured out with the new configuration where I couldn't post for a while I just wanted to see if anyone here has had scuffles with the law (outside of traffic tickets).

For some reason, I actually see most people here as people who keep their noses clean and don't really have any run-in's with THE MAN so this thread will probably drop down so quickly like an anvil in a road runner cartoon. Anyway, the law and I are tentative buddies so I kinda want to know what you're into. ;)

[Gentlemen Death]

Actually...I do have some....past encounters with the law...

Let's see...: When I was 16 I got a ticket for underage smoking
18: Got a lovely D.U.I
18 1/2: driving on a suspended license

AND since then I only got into one care accident which was the other guys fault (I know you might not believe me because of my past driving records, but no, it was his fucking fault!!) and shattered my right femur bone.

Other then that I have been clean from the law since 18 and have straightened myself up after those fucked up times.

The other laws I have broken they have not caught me for....hahahahahahah!! < That was a evil laugh.

[UNCLEagent]

Many years ago, when living in Arizona, this girl came to my door one night. She lived in the same apartment complex as me and we had only seen each other in passing. She simply asked something to the effect of 'how's it going?' and 'want to go swimming?'

Duh..... 'Sure.'

We had a few beers in the pool and as we were getting friendlier, she asked to show me her favorite spot.

We got into my car and took a drive a few miles off road into the Tempe desert, where with the convertible top down, she proceeded to get undressed and straddled me in the driver's seat under the stars. It was.... great! And as things were really building up, I couldn;t help but notice a pair of headlights slowly making their way up the desert hill towards my car. I tried to ignore them, but it was obvious that they were intending to seek me.

The car came too soon - before I could and it turned out to be a cop.

A real dickweed with an attitude.

First asking the obvious, like "What is going on out here?"

Then, the obligatory "I need to see some ID's".

Okay - no sweat - play his little game and soon we can be back to what really matters.

Except..... my date had a warrant for her arrest for failing to show up for a courtdate for failing to stop months ago.

He allowed her the dignity of getting dressed and then proceded to handcuff her and 'took her in'. I didn't trust the bastard, so I followed behind, all the way to the Tempe PD where he booked her and jailed her.

By now I was furious and calling him every name in the book to his face, accusing him of having a Napoleonic complex, seeking to compensate for his 5'4" stature by boosting it with his badge. He got rather hot with me and made it very clear that he had the authority to book me right there and then.

I didn't push it - I didn't doubt him.

I shut up. I paid the cashier $250 to post her bail. I wasn't in the mood for much else that night. I drove her home, drank some beer and went to bed alone.

And I learned to hate short cops just a little more.

[RedKarma]

Poor UNC!

Let that be a lesson, blow guys not stop signs. :eyebrow:

[Jakester]

Poor UNC!

Let that be a lesson, blow guys not stop signs. :eyebrow:
<swoon> What're you doing in...oh...ten minutes, Red?

[kah]

Not since I was a teenager.

All you need to know is they never had enough evidence to charge me with anything.

[chemikillgod]

Got arrested for pot possession during Freshman year at the Honor's college at the university. Ha. I suppose I ran with a pretty smart crowd who had a penchant for getting into trouble. The cops used to slow down to a crawl when we were sitting outside to eyeball us. At the Honor's College dorm. It was kinda hilarious. Most of us got popped for either possession or underage drinking. Most of my friends in that group thus far have gone on to be dentists and lawyers and such.

Then, how it worked was that, because it happened within the university, they were supposed to send you information on how you can proceed which was to go through T.A.S.C which was a program where you had to pee in the cup for a few months and they'd erase your record because it's your first time. But they never sent me my shit so I just kinda let it go and forgot about it.

3 years later, I'm drunk and walking around between bars with a friend of mine and I thought it would be a good idea to hop on the hood of a car. A cop sees me. Questions me. Runs my name. And I have a warrant out for the past three years for that possession. I get slapped into handcuffs, and spent about 14 hours in the Phoenix county jail which is referred to as The Horseshoe.

Anyway, that was the first. I seem to run into the law every few years. Commie bastards.

[Jakester]

I had a discussion with a cop for much the same reasons as Unc. The chick, however, did not get arrested, and the cop wasn't a total douche. He just told us to leave. Actually, that happened quite a lot with that chick, now that I'm thinking about it.

[rappites]

I am squeaky clean.



I would love to get arrested to get searched by some of the cops that I work with. They would only have to tell me to spread them one time. And leave their belt on with the handcuffs and gun.


I'll be right back. I have to take care of something with the powers of a hot tub jet.

[Bill_the_Pony]

I am pretty much at peace with this kind of stuff these days. Before, I was always a rebel without a cause, and if pulled over for a traffic violation I would let it ruin my day or week or whatever.

Then came the day I was pulled over for an infraction and the cop smelled pot smoke, and by the end of the day, I was facing a charge of possession with intent to sell. :mad:

Being in the system of probation over the next 3 years was a pain in the ass, and I was visited by the bored town (Laguna Beach) undercovers twice (both times when I had guests), seeing that I was subject to unwarranted search and seizure any time of the day or night. Well, in those three years, I learned to fake my piss tests (using the piss of a non-pot smoking friend), go to bars and drink until drunk, go to rave parties and score on ecstacy, Special K, blotter, shrooms, and hang out with the dirty nasty speed freak crowds.

So ya think maybe I got into a little trouble....? :headscratch:

Yeah, I went to jail a total of 4 times over the course of a few years when I was out there and partying my ass (and everyone else's ass) off until my brain was like swiss cheese. I lost everything, and the final arrest took place when I had just scored speed to take back to some straight guy's house (speed has turned many straight guys into helium-heels bitches, let me tell you), and I was a PASSENGER in the gopher's car and the cop found a reason to pull him over because of me, that night in jail was my last night in jail, but before it was all over my car was stolen by the drug dealers that night (as it was left at the scene of the bust)....my charges have always been possession only (except the marijuana charge), when they could have been much worse (DWI, possession with intent to sell, aka drugs in separate containers, pills, etc).

Pretty much during those times my morals were at an all-time low, and I slutted around for days on end, I ended up calling them my "Pulp Fiction Weekends", named after some guy's comment that the weirdness of the situation reminded him of a scene from Pulp Fiction. I even was hellbent on pushing the envelope of sanity during these times, driving like hell on wheels, etc etc etc.....

SO the last time I got busted was do or die so I did and got a lot of sobriety and life got better and probation cut me loose early because they saw I wasn't fucking around.

Today, 8 years later, I do a little 420 once in a while, and it is much more calming than the zoloft that's been prescribed to me (and that I hate).....but a little goes a long way, and all that other crap doesn't happen anymore.

[Bill_the_Pony]

I eat kittens, too. :mad:













































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[Bill_the_Pony]

Coming back from Vegas, I forget that in one of the littler p[ockets on the cargo shorts is an Advil in its foil wrapping., The fat old bastard at the gate (in fact all the government employees and security wogs) was bellowing at me, and told me to get in the glass box and wait for further instructions.

I know he was just doing his job (processing cattle, which is a good description of most of the humanity you run into in Vegas), but it didn't make me want any less than to kick him in his gray old marbles (that he's probably not seen in decades) :smirk:


Vegas is a cancerous place, by the way. :ohwell: