At about four o’clock this morning I recieved a hysterical phone call. My friend Ginger has been arrested for “possesion of an illegal substance with intent to sell”. I don’t know the details, but it sounds like a pretty serious charge, and not something that can be settled with a fine. Knowing her, it was undoubtedly some ‘party’ drug - probably extacy, but maybe cocaine. The “intent to sell” thing is pure rubbish.
((Sigh)).
Well, the troops have been rallied, cash has been collected and all we can do is wait until she can see a judge this morning.
This happened shortly after I turned 18. I was a foolish kid. Still a funny story though.
One dark and horny night, my then-boyfriend (sober) and myself (EXTREMELY tiddly on tequila shots and beer) were bumping uglies in his car at 3 a.m. in a gold course parking lot. Just as we came to a rousing finish, a car’s headlights came on a bout 5 feet from boyfriend’s car. Then there was a shadow and a tap, tap, tap on the steamy window. Lo and behold, a police officer, grinning and telling us to get out of the car. After letting us get dressed they questioned us seperately.
With me, they were mainly concerned that this was a guy I knew and was safe with, and that I wasn’t the driver. Once the officer realized that I was with my then-SO, he let me get back in the car to wait. Of course, I was inebriated to the point that I kept sloooowly sliding down the car to the ground and giggling while he was questioning me. I think maybe he got tired of propping me back up again.
SO was shitting his pants. He temporarily forgot my name. THey ended up charging him with trespassing, and he had to pay a fine in court. THey didn’t charge me with anything, citing my extreme intoxication.
As they drove away, you could hear their laughter.
Ok, it wasn’t such a funny story. It amuses the hell out of ME, and that’s what counts.
A long time ago when I was young and had a 1971 Mustang, I thought it would be funny to have a fake hand hanging out of the back of the trunk. I drive home one night and at one point heard the car behind me franticly honk at a passing police car. Late that night my dad woke me up. There were police cars and the local homicide detective in our driveway. I wasn’t arrested but the Maui Police Department was plenty mad. The next day they called me to go to the station and I got a stern talking to.
They kept the hand.
My friends and I were on our way to a bar about 45 minutes away one evening, and mid-way there we stopped at a gas station to pee. Some of the guys went in and used the bathroom, whereas a couple of the guys went behind the station to go in the bushes. I initially stayed in the car, but then decided I had to go too. By this point, the bush-pee-ers were all back in the car.
I decide to just go behind the station to pee. Mid-stream, a flashlight shines on me and a cop asks me to come talk to him after I was finished.
I go over to his cruiser, he searches me, puts me in the back of the car for about a half hour, then tickets me for outdoor peeing or something.
I went to court, the judge waived the fine, put me on 90 day probation, and that was it.
I learned my lesson, though. I haven’t peed behind a gas station since.
Overlooking the whole arms shipment to New Zealand fiasco, the dealings with the insurgent Congalese, that little tiff with the RCMP Border patrol, a few shenanigans with the US Coast Guard concerning the ‘movement of high speed weapons in shipping lanes’, the few shindigs with the Russian Muscovite Militia over “reclaimed” mob money, some fistikuffs in Indonesia with their National Police over a small assassination plot I foiled (which was a beauty, I might add), the only other incident I’ve had was when I got picked up for Disorderly Persons way back in high school.
Folks came and picked me up at the station. No judge, just a serious lecture. It was my first offense. If they only knew. . .
I was arrested as a teenage runaway when I was 17 and came pretty dang close to being charged in a car-theft case that I had nothing to do with, but was hanging around with the people that did.
As far as I can remember, the closest I’ve had to “trouble with the law” was the time I was crossing the street (in the crosswalk, on a green light) and a car was sitting there blocking half the crosswalk. As I walked around the front of the car I made some smart-ass remark about the driver “getting his brakes checked” or “thinking the lines are painted on the street for decoration.” He turned out to be a plainclothes cop and I got a lecture on the dangers of saying things that might make someone else angry; at one point he even said “What if somebody pulled out a gun and shot you?”
I refrained from comment and waiting until he was long out of earshot before saying :wally
Too many to name, really, so I’ll just go with the most serious.
Summer between my junior and senior year of college, small town, my place got raided. They took a whole plethora of paraphenalia, but luckily we didn’t have any actual product in the house at the time so I thought I was home free. Misdemeanor charge, small fine, life continues. Nope. They found a small glass vial and charged me with Felony Possesion of a Controlled Substance based on the residue inside. The indictment charged that it was about 5 one-hundreths of a gram (e.g.: dust). At a later evidentiary hearing, they had to admit that it was more like 1 one-thousandth. The next two years consisted of various hearings and expert witness reports and continuances–them waiting for me to plead to a felony (yeah, right!), me waiting for them to offer something reasonable.
I won. They dropped it to misdemeanor attempted drug abuse and I pled no contest. At the sentencing, the judge ripped into the prosecutor, saying that it was the most vindictive and poorly based charge he had ever seen (they were really wanting my then-SO, and asked me to finger him for a lot of things. I had refused). The judge gave me a $50 fine, suspended, ten days in jail, suspended, and one year unsupervised probation.
I wanted to kiss him.
Riding through a traffic circle in Kasongo, Zaire on a bicycle – no handed. Now this is a rural town with a couple of dozen trucks; few cars; even few Mobylettes.
The local language in that part of the country is Swahili; with French being the official language. Traffic cop stops me and proceeds to yell at me in Lingala. I’m doing the best I can to keep from laughing at the absurdity.
Alexxandra–I meant to add to my post that this happened to me too. Everything but the tequilia part and the ticket. They just made sure I was there of my own free will, and sent us on our way.
Nothing says embarassing like scrambling for your panties in a flashlight’s glare.
“What’s the worst trouble you’ve ever had with the law?”
If one read’s the question as ‘What’s the worst trouble you’ve ever had [when] with the law?’, then that would have to be when some kids with 22s tried to shoot us down (cops, court, crooks and all) on take-off.
Leaving a popular watering hole one evening (many moons ago, of course) I discovered to my chagrin that the local constabulary was pulling a sting right there in the parking lot, having people pull over and conducting field sobriety tests. I decided that I would have none of it and drove right past them as they screamed at me to “PULL OVER.” I pulled into the street, made a U-ey in the Waffle House parking lot next door and hooked it back into the lot I had just exited the whole while with these guys loading up and initiating a pursuit. I parked my vehicle and took to foot and actually slinked around the side of the bar and unbeknownst to me came up on one of those gigantic picture windows with the “tables with a view” on the inside. The ladies sitting at the table could tell I was obviously deranged and began shrieking so I had to abandon this cover. I made it back around the building to the back again whereupon these stumblebum cops spotted me some distance off after inspecting my car and said"THERE HE IS!" and came charging after me. At this point I decided they were taking it far too seriously and gave up before I racked up any more charges. That night in jail pplus two more later as a sentence and a fine and attorneys fees. Gee, ain’t I smart!
Roadwalker: Where did you get that hand? That idea sounds funny as hell…maybe not with the police, but as a joke at a party or something.
I myself have never been in trouble with the law (they don’t know about the time we set off a works bomb right next to the no-trespassing sign or anything), but I have a friend who has had a few interesting run-ins.:
He was at a party (this was before he was 18) and had a few drinks and passed out. His friends dragged him to someone’s front lawn of somebody’s house, rang the doorbell, and ran away. He was charged with possession, and only got off because the arresting officer retired.
Another time, one of his friends was on vacation. He and a couple of guys needed somewhere to drink, and had the friend’s house-key so that they could take care of some “plants” growing on the roof. The official house sitter came over, saw people there, and called the cops. Luckily, my friend was out of the house taking a walk at the time.
Another time, he set of a works bomb in a friend’s cul-de-sac. This friend happened to have an FBI neighbor and a litle brother who recognized the car. Luckily, all he got was a lecture and grounding.
And these are only the stories that I know…and I’ve only known this guy since January.
I was wondering about what is legal and what isn’t.
I’m fifteen, and have a few sips of alcohol every now and then, although I never get drunk. Would the cops even bother with me?
Also, I have heard a couple of different dating laws, and I was wondering which, if either, was true: 1) That it is illegal to be dating anyone not your own age. 2) That it is illegal for someone over 18 and a minor to be dating. (Neither of these involves sexual intercourse.) If either of these are true, then I’ve broken the law several times without even being aware of it…
You mean besides inciting a riot,refusing to leave a riot area when warned, and resisting arrest? [sub] all charges were a load of tripe and latter dropped[/sub]
Well, I guess getting caught growing 21 plants would have to qualify.
