stories of getting introuble with the law! post em here!

[MeDeFe]

I've been too smart or too quick or too cautious or too low-profile, or all of them, at any rate I've never been caught by the law enforcement officers of any country.

Anyway, is it legal to take over the book market (including e-Books) if you plan it like 20 years in advance? Me and a few friends have come up with a good plan that could easily be expanded.

[HayesA]

I was never arrested.

But i was pulled over once for running a "traffic control device." a 120 dollar fine. I ran a stop sign when no one was around. Obviously, it was me and the cop that was around. Paid my fine next day, and got 2 points on my license. No biggie. Twas two years ago. I have had no further problems with the law, nor do i want to get noticed.

I, however, HAVE had a ride in the back of a police cruiser before. Tho, certainly not what you'd think. I was involved in an auto crash almost two years ago. A women ran a red light, and t-boned my car, totaling it, and hers. Everyone involved was fine, her airbag deployed, and my seat belt restrained me. We both walked from he scene. I have no clue what happened to her, since I honestly don't care. It was her fault, and was her choice to travel at such a speed, and to run that light. I had some minor bruises on my chest from the seat belt. The cop gave me a ride home.

Tho in hindsight, I should have requested an ambulance. It would have looked better on my insurance claim...

[firth4eva]

Yeah mine were shite compared to everyone elses

[btownmeggy]

The only "law" I've ever been in trouble with was Campus Police. Campo.

My freshman year of college my then-boyfriend asked me to proofread a paper for him (he was a math major). I did. He got really upset with my corrections. He thought I was being overly critical.

We got into a horrific fight. I went and sat in his dorm-room closet and when he tried to approach, I threw shoes at him. He called Campo to forcibly remove me from his room. We made up about 1 minute later. In order to avoid Campo's impending arrival, we went over to his neighbors' room, but when Campo showed up he was too chicken to keep hiding and we went out into the hall to greet them. The two officers separated us and had us tell our versions of the "domestic incident". They concluded that in the future he should ask someone else to proofread his papers.

My sophomore year of college my best friend (to this day!) and I got really drunk on Captain Morgan's. Really drunk. Especially me. She helped me back to my dorm room. I was lying on my bed as my roommate and her girlfriend watched American History X (which they watched at least 5 times a week). I fell off the bed and started squirming down the hall to the bathroom. Puke puke puke. I started to feel better. I went and sat in the shower stall. In comes Campo, summoned by my recovering-alcoholic roommate who thought I had died. They asked me what I'd been doing that evening, "Drinking." They asked what I'd been drinking, "Rum. See... I gotta practice." "Practice?" "I'm moving to Cuba." They found that a highly satisfactory response, but they still wrote me up. The resident director kicked me out of the dormitory the next day, and I was forced to move UP THE HILL to MANZANITA HALL, terrain of stoners (which would have a profound effect on the rest of my college experience, I guess). BUT, I had a stress fracture in my foot and had enormous, painful difficulty moving my gigantic piles of junk up the hill. Still today, I feel terribly mistreated regarding this incident.

[Neoteny]

They asked me what I'd been doing that evening, "Drinking." They asked what I'd been drinking, "Rum. See... I gotta practice." "Practice?" "I'm moving to Cuba." They found that a highly satisfactory response, but they still wrote me up.

I like that.

[RobinJ]

Being in possession of alcohol when I was too young to be allowed is my limit. I'll not waste your time - the other stories here are considerably more interesting

[heavycola]

Meggy those are brilliant, as is Brooksieb's pathos.
DM you should know better than to endorse consequence-free theft on a forum that children could browse. I only hope you returned the pork pie.


A really quite tame story from HC:
Once me and my girlfriend went looking for the worst nightclub in Scotland. We figured this was probably in Inverness, which for anyone not familiar with scotland is the last 'civilised' outpost in the north.
So we drove up and parked in a supermarket car park. Inverness was empty, even for Inverness. But we found an open nightclub.
It wasn't too bad inside - just empty. The only other people in there were a pair of disreputable looking coves who looked so much like drug dealers we thought we could at least enliven our evening chemically. But they weren't dealers, they were just a couple of shambling local mongoloids. One of them followed me into the toilets, and through his cracked brown teeth, cross eyed stare and fat-tongued assault on the English language, I began to understand he fancied my girlfriend.
Well, what would you do? I did the only manly thing I could, and told him she was a lesbian. This lit up ol' shitferbrain's dial, however, and he went back outside and started trying to dance with her. This was actually hilarious. Imagine Columbo having an epileptic fit, only in slowmo.
Anyway we made our excuses and left. And while wandering the streets of inverness at 3am, gutted that our mission had been thwarted, we heard loud music coming from an upstairs window. Purple light and Underworld were pouring from a wide-open casement over a shop. Bingo! we thought. Party! So we found a likely front door and ran upstairs, only to find an open front door and an empty flat.
In we skipped. After a moment of consideration and paranoia we decided to grasp this wonderful opportunity. We raided the fridge for beer and began to DJ, rifling through the occupant's reallly rather shite CD collection and cranking up the volume. By the time we heard the police sirens outside, we were dancing around the living room to whitney houston with glasses of vodka and orange juice in our hands.
When the room filled with flashing blue lights from outside., we dumped our drinks and ran for the door. On our way down the stairs we passed two policeman, followed by a bemused looking man who was obviously the flat's missing owner.
'This noise anything to do wi' you?' asked one copper.
We shook our heads, shrugged and carried on down the stairs. The look on the face of the man whose flat we had been using was absolutely priceless - a mix of anger, dawning fear and confusion.
It turns out we were looking in the wrong place all along: according to my friend Jamie, the worst club in Soctland is called Nosebleed, and it's in Dunfermline.

[THORNHEART]

i was spending the night at my church with a youth group but we found the church locked and had fogot our keys so we tried to breaking through a lose window and someone across the street called the police and they came and were pointing guns at me and telling my "gang" not to run ect i cleared it up wit a phone call to the pastor of the church and that is that

[Pedronicus]

When I didn’t get arrested.

Me and two mates were driving round London one Saturday night looking for a rave. We were in a souped up VW Beetle which was crying out to be pulled over by the plod in London circa 1989. Jay, front seat passenger had the acid (4 tabs) Dale, the driver had the bags of pills (10 e’s) and I had the draw and was puffing on a huge conical shaped spliff.
Driving down Old Street, all of a sudden there was a cop car following us. It followed us for several seconds with everyone in the car becoming more paranoid.
Jay said ‘I’m not going to get nicked with all this shit on us. If they pull us over, we have got too neck all the drugs’
As soon as the last word had left his lips, the cops stuck on the sirens and the flashing blue lips.
Dale popped all the pills, jay necked the trips and I somehow managed to swallow an eighth of resin.
“Get rid of the spliff Pedro” snarled Dale. So I rammed the remains of the spliff (still about 6 inches long and well alight) into my mouth and started to chew it up. It badly burnt the inside of my cheek and tasted like shit.
“Is it gone yet?” Asked Dale
I nodded and winced all at the same time, still chewing this poxy spliff and wanting to puke with the horrible taste.
“Pull over Dale” urged Jay
Dale pulled over, and the Police car flew past us and belted off up the street, going Nee! Nar! Nee! Nar!
Now I felt really sick. All the really good drugs had disappeared down the throats of the other two and all I was left with was a blistered mouth, horrible taste and an eight of gear in me that was going to take 24 hours before I felt normal again.
I had to drive home because the other two quickly became too shitfaced to be able to walk, let alone drive.

Not one of my best nights, but in hindsight an excellent story to tell others as I grow old.

[MeDeFe]

Well, don't get paranoid just because you're being followed.

[heavycola]

you were guiding two chaps, one on four trips and one on ten pills, and you were that stoned? It sounds nightmarish. In future, grow an afro. Best stash racial characteristics can buy.