[The Movie Preview Guy with the Voice]
One Man.
One Way.
One DesIRRRe.
He went too far, he broke ALL the rules, One Man, Monster104 as a FELON! “Where’s my money??” SMACK “Where IS IT!”
One man.
One way.
[/TMPGWTV]
(Thank you, Pablo Francisco)
So, I head out to my friend’s house today to hang out, as I haven’t been able to spend time with her since we graduated from school. She’s going to China soon, and I’m going to Yosemite later today, so we hang out before all that. Right after I pass the freeway exit before the exit I was to take, everything stops. Brake lights everywhere. I park my car, and get out to try to see what happened.
CAR ACCIDENT.
“AW, HELL”
5 minutes pass. I see lights, emergency personnel arrive. 20 minutes pass, ambulances take away the injured motorcyclist and injured driver of one of the cars. 35 minutes pass, tow truck comes to take away the wreckage.
I finally get to the offramp, and slow down to get on the main street. Just as I do that, those two damn highway patrol cars behind me that I’ve been stressing about turn on their lights. The front one pulls beside me while the other fills his asshumping position, and blares over his loudspeaker “Slow down your vehicle and pull over on the next side street, IMMEDIETLY! (sp?) Do it NOW, SIR!”
I comply, but I’m nervous as all hell. Did I have anything illegal? No, I don’t think so…ok, so then what did I do? I dunno! I didn’t notice anything I was doing wrong…WHAT THE HELL!!!
“STEP OUT OF YOUR VEHICLE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE OPEN AND AWAY FROM YOUR BODY!”
Oh shit.
I stepped out of my car, and I was promptly ordered to place my hands on the car. They informed me that I match the description of a man wanted for multiple felonies (White male, between 19-22 in age, 5’11"-6’2"… :rolleyes: ). They searched me, they asked me all sorts of questions. Then they had me sit in the back of their car while they searched mine (I was pretty sure that I didn’t have anything in there, which I didn’t).
Then they said local law enforcement was taking over, and two more squad cars came up 10 minutes later.
They asked me all the questions again, tried to see if I was drunk or stoned, checked my car to see if it was stolen, all sorts of nonsense. Then they put me in the back seat of one of their cars, and the two highway patrol guys left, and the other cops called a dog unit to search for explosives, firearms, or drugs, even though they took everything out of my car.
Finally, after 35-40 minutes of this ordeal, they let me go with nothing on me. Bastards.
They thought I was a wanted felon. Heh, they thought I was head leader of a notorious gang of thugs, thieves, and a couple rapists.
Hey man, I just want to be able to smoke pot legally and drink beer at 18 (well, I’m 19, but so what). 
My my, what a day. At least it was worth the trouble. 
