Arrest Stories & Close Calls

[Chillyhead]

I've enjoyed reading everyone's stories! Knock on wood, but I've never been busted so I don't have a story to contribute, but I recently came across this video of a guy getting busted that's friggin' hilarious and thought I'd share it.

http://biggeekdaddy.com/humorpages/Misc/lawnmowerDUIdomesticarrest.html

Cheers!

 

[amc22]

Welp my close call wasn't that crazy .. but, some 10 years ago, in my younger days(though I still like to think im young). I remember being a total moron driving around at 4am with a nice joint of homegrown. Well it was a small town so the typical teenager didnt think much of it. You rarely saw a cop, and if you did, he would wave, and never fucked with you.

Well its 4am and we're driving around, me and 2 buddies, just smoking our J, enjoying the beautiful weather, had the top down in the mustang. So outta nowhere we're driving down a road we had driven down before hundreds of times. Little did we know we had just driven into a incoming-raid. Yes thats right, 10-15 sheriff/state patrol/k-9's coming from all directions toward some house. As I flipped the fuck out I continued to drive past k-9 and sheriff who were flying toward some house behind me. I turn to my buddy and say "put that fucking joint out NOW"... I had lived there 20 years and never seen any shit like this, so im totally flipping out by now.

I get about 2 blocks away from the "scene" they are raiding, i look in my rear-view and all i see is cops and NO lights on, definitely a raid lol. Finally we get the fuck out of there about a good 1/2 mile away.. I thought we were safe. WRONG!

Out of nowhere, cherries and berries flying towards my tail at fucking 100mph who knows.. lol. I am shittin myself, thinkin great here we go, gonna get fucked now. All we had on us was the joint, but in the panic of the moment my friend somehow didnt put the joint out, instead it was just sitting in the ashtray, rolling smoke out like a fucking fog machine.

So im starting to pullover and I just keep telling myself "we are fucked". After I pull over into a parking lot this fucking sheriff comes up to my window, smoke basically rolling out of my ashtray with a burning joint. He looks straight at me and says "You been smoking some weed eh?" -- I looked him back straight in the face and said "Nope, just tobacco". He got a little pissed off at this point, at which he decided to humiliate us.

He asks for my license/reg info ofcourse, goes back to his cruiser, so we put the joint out. . (like it mattered at this point) -- he comes back after a few minutes and asks us to stick out our tongues. I am just like "what...?".. . apparantly there is some test they do ? residue on the tongue perhaps? I have no fucking clue but the dude was probably laughing his ass off on the inside. Well he checks out our "tongues" and then starts asking all these bizarre fucking questions like "DO YOU KNOW WHERE MICHAEL IS?" and im like "i dont even know a michael bro"... apparantly he thought we were involved in the "drug house" they had just raided.

So after checking our "tongues" and questioning us about some guy we didnt even know, I can hear some shit on the radio about the guy has fled the seen in some other car, and the cops both freak out, and the guy holding my license looks at me and he says "drive safely and make sure not to smoke anymore marijuana on the way home" - exactly his words. My jaw dropped, and inside i was just like WTF is going on here.. is this a joke.. hahahaha.. So I got my license, take off, and went home, and slept like a damn baby for a good 10 hours

Wrong place at the wrong time.

The thing about checking your tongues was to see if they were black, its a trick my old man used to pull on me when I was little. If it was black that means you lied.

 

[buzzerd]

This could happen to you

This could happen to you

I read a few of these and i had to post up, the orig thread is here:
http://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=13932

Now this happened a while back and i'll tell ya it was the shit when it happened, I'm legal now back home in cali but you know what this frikin thing has really hung with me. I don't know why but it has i do a grow a yr now i get what i get and when i run out i'm out. Plain and simple KISS.
And yes when the guys and I sit and chew the fat i sit and listen and every once and awhile i throw this one out eyes get wide and mouths drop and we have have a good chuckle.

I want to thank Crazy for coming by my original post back in the day,
And Harry Gypsna, Thank you for the kind words my man,and maybe someday we can shake hands,and torch 1 up. I have nothing but great respect for these 2 gentleman, again Thank you and ALWAYS, ALWAYS stay safe and keep it green.
Buzzerd

Enjoy ladies and gentlemen:


as some of you know i have been doing a test grow of dave van pot's indica today i have some good and bad news........

bad news.....
the other day i had an unfortunate accident at home which compromised security to the MAX.........
I was sitting on the couch when i heard a large bang then a crash and then a very loud hissing noise,i got up and looked out the front door and they lay my air conditioner that was in the second floor window...ok so there's a hole in it and it's bleeding off the freon no prob i sat back down and this very loud hissing noise continued,then it dawned on me when i caught a whiff of gas,O NO i jumped up and out the door and to my dismay the air conditioner had hit the gas meter and broke off the regulator...ah fuck......i cleared out my gf and her son ran down stairs and turned off the main power to the house ran out the back door called 911 on the cell and cleared out the neighbors on both sides.....as i walked around the back yard full of gas fumes and waited for the FD and LEO i was realizing the fact that i was busted and i mean red handed nothing you can do it's over...not really much you can do with a house full of gas..........
the fire dept got there in good time with LEO in tow they blocked off streets for a 2 blk radius in case there was a boom,i was hoping for the best i figured that LEO would be cuffing me up as soon as the house was cleared i had already sent the gf and son in tow to wait for an all clear the FD said i had done the right thing and called for help now they were all walking around the hose taking readings up stairs and down but had yet to go all they way down to the basement the fire chief was cool and i was having a nice conversation about all of the excitement and then 1 of the crew asked where this door goes....O O ......basement was the reply and off he went he got to the bottom of the stairs and asked me if i could open a window "YOU BET BUDDY" so i did the request and he retreated upstairs with me right behind "whew" so far so good.......then it happened he went out to the truck got another meter and off to the basement he went,I'm now attached to his ass he wanted another window open because there was a high CO2 reading (50ppm)
as i tried to open a another window he was digging for a flashlight and off to the back room he went i peaked around the corner and to my dismay he was in the middle of of my grow.ARGHH.....I'm popped,i'm in shock,this is it,no where to run no where to hide time to stand up and take it like a man he went back upstairs and i went trailing with the knowledge that i was had no way out he went to a BR and came out and i was standing in the front room and i had to do i had to know "i asked him point blank well are you going to turn me in?" he fired back no hesitation "no.we weren't called out here for that it's none of my business".......oh shit,shit,shit here it comes the delayed bust they'll go back to the station house and he'll tell a good one to the boys and about midnight i'll be trucked off to for a nice long vacation.........i had to know with out pushing i asked him again and got the same answer i looked him dead in the eye and he did'nt move eye contact man to man"I told you we are not here for that and it's none of his business" i told him thyat it would be all gone with in an hr after they left,he said "he didn't care" so it's been 3 days days now and i'm still looking over my shoulder and i'm clean as a whistle......i do have some last pics to put up but not now all my computers have been cleaned and re-formatted and i am not even on a secure line now but i wanted to to get this up before i really disappeared into the system........................................

I'll be back in a few days if still around but until then:

 

[bleedglory]

I had my first close call last night.

Me and some buddies were going to smoke in a secluded area behind some shops. We'd been there before. It's technically a park, but no one is ever there. We were rolling some joints - hadn't lit up yet - and a cop came behind us. Everyone who hadn't smoked more than a few times freaked out. One kid spilled weed all over his seat and the floor. We all had a joints on us, and I had a freaking big bag of weed in my pocket. The cop comes up and asks for our IDs. Then he asks for our IDs with ages (some had student ids) because one kid was smoking a cig (to try to mask the smell). He was trying to bust us for anything. Apparently the park was already closed, which we didn't know. He comes back after a second squad car comes up and asks us more questions. Why were there, do we have anything illegal, etc. After we say we don't have anything illegal, he says, "no say that convincingly" and storms away. This guy was a dick. We wait another ten minutes and a third car shops up - this time it's a freaking canine unit! Previously, a few people were chewing stems and had spit them out the window. They tell us the dogs gonna sniff around the outside of the car (not the inside, thank God). If it signals, we're fucked basically, if not, we're free to go.

Thankfully, the dog didn't smell anything. But it should have. There were several chewed stems outside, and weed EVERYWHERE over the inside of the car, on each of us. I could smell it. I have no idea how the dog couldn't.

We got of the hook. More drama followed aftewards, but we got away. I'm just glad it took us so long to roll the joint or we'd have been smoking when the cops showed up.

 

[Yes4Prop215]

I have been rolled on by police for drinking and smoking literally dozens and dozens of times, growing up in San Francisco it was a weekly thing during high school. Go to the park, get drunk, smoke blunts, cops roll up, chase everyone away, find a new spot, repeat.


Everytime i have been caught with weed by the SFPD, they let me go. The SFPD usually asks to see our cannabis cards, and once we pull out those magic little plastic cards, they turn super nice and simply tell us, "dont drive high, have a nice evening"


Here is one of my stories.

Its a sunny day in San Francisco's RIchmond district, i call up my friend Greg to smoke and meet him halfway between his house and mine. At this point, we were about 16 so we couldnt smoke at home, so what we did was just pick a nice doorstep of someones house, and make that the spot!

In our neighborhood all these houses are very close together, so its easy to climb up into a stoop, roll and smoke. You just pray that the owners/tenants didnt come home, but for some reason that didnt happen all that much because everyone was at work during the day.

But anyways, we find a nice doorstep, pack a bowl, start smoking.

All of a sudden, not 4 hits in, a police cruiser pulls up super fast and hits the breaks, out come some angry looking officers, guns drawn. I stare right down the barrel of Officer Mooney's 9mm Beretta. As this is happening 5 more cop cars pull up behind his car, Officer Mooney, a bald white guy with sunglasses is your typical asshole jerk police officer, yelling for us to get on the ground, shut up, etc etc.

We are literally dumbfounded, what the hell is going on?? After being searched the cops tell us they got a report that kids matching our description were flashing a pistol at motorists in the area. During the search, one senior looking officer finds my pipe, with a blackened bowl still simmering inside. He asks me if its marijuana, i say yes, he puts it back into my bag and says nothing more. They find a little ten sack too, but they dont even seem to care.

We are both placed in the police cruiser, where we were secretly voice recorded. After the cops hear me and Greg talking to eachother like "what the hell, what did we do, we the wrong guys, that offficer mooney is a dick!" the cops are convinced we are the wrong people.

Now, heres the best part. They take us the the station and call our parents, and officer mooney comes and talks to us. All of a sudden he turns into a super nice guy, telling us, "i heard you guys think im an asshole haha"

Then the next part really shocked me. He hands us back our pipe AND our weed!! THen he tells us, "I think alcohol should be illegal, marijuana does no harm." He calls our parents and doesnt even mention the chronic! The story doesnt end there, a few months later Greg was stopped again by police, this time riding in the car with several known "dealers". Greg at the time was a small time pusher, and had a tennis ball filled with 20sacks. Mooney finds it, takes it, but doesnt press any charges. He tells the other narcos at the scene, "hes a good kid". Haha, so it turns out Officer Mooney was the best police officer to roll on us for mistaken weapon possession. Greg was eventually arrested again at Hippy Hill in the height for possession with intent to sell, had about a half pound sacked up and 1700 in cash, but after 4 days in jail and his 18th bday they expunged it off his record. Now, seven years later, me and greg are doing the grow-op together.

But yeah, i can go on and on and on. I have been arrested for DUI but got out 3 DUIs before that, plus a couple underage drinking tickets, speeding tickets, i have been arrested 3 times for graffiti vandalism but never convicted. I actually just beat a case back in September 08 where a witness fingered me out to the cops for tagging an abandoned storefront. They had me for 3 counts but i denied everything and turns out the witness ended up moving out of the state prior to my trial! Charges dropped.

Then there was the time i was pulled over for broken taillight with suspended L's, but i had already prepared for this by registering my car under my brothers name, and memorizing my brothers DL# and social #, and after telling the pig i lost my license and i reciting all the information to him, the cop let me go thinking i was my brother.

Now i am a much more calm law abiding person. No more graffiti (sorta) no more DUIs, no more drinking in parks getting in trouble. I guess the only law i break is cannabis cultivation. I am really really really tired of seeing those blue and red lights in my rear view, tired of getting searched by pigs and sitting down on the sidewalk while they tear apart my car, all of that is behind me now!

 

[floppyfundanglr]

Wow this is funny because i was thinking of making this a thread today but i guess good ideas have already come about! Anyway one story was when i got my DUI. yeah i got a DUI but the good thing is that they didnt search the car, or at least not that good! Because when i went to go pick it up at the towing place a baggie of coke was chillin right on the drivers door handle! I dont see how nobody had seen this when shutting the door to the car because you have to put your hand right there! Not only that but my stash area in my door wasn't even properly closed exposing my pot and my pipe! Im so glad all i got was a DUI that night because if they would of actually looked I would of been fucked!

 

[Yes4Prop215]

^haha yea when i got booked for DUI i had a nice half 8th of bud in my jacket pocket that they didnt find.
CHECK OUT THIS ARTICLE I FOUND, THEY ARE KNOCKING DOWN DOORS WITH SWAT TEAMS FOR LESS THAN A QP!! ARE COPS THIS BORED NOWADAYS? ARE THERE NOT PLENTLY OF ROBBERS AND BURGLARS FOR THEM TO FOCUS ON?

Fairfield Prowler Report Yields Huge Pot Bust
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Officers responding to a report of a prowler at a Fairfield home Tuesday uncovered an extensive indoor marijuana grow, and have since made arrests and confiscated other drugs and firearms, Fairfield police said.

The prowler report came in at about 11 p.m. Tuesday. The caller directed police to a home in the 500 block of Silverado Circle, where a suspect was seen running to a waiting vehicle that quickly left the scene, police said.

Officers discovered that the home had been fashioned to accommodate an extensive marijuana growing operation, with nearly the entire residence converted to working grow rooms, according to police.

When Fairfield narcotics detectives were called to investigate, they confiscated 15 pounds of unprocessed marijuana. Police also seized 154 grams of processed buds, Vicodin painkillers, smoking paraphernalia and a .22-caliber rifle with ammunition.

Jeffrey Schmidt, 29, of Fairfield, turned himself in to police in connection with the discovery and was booked at Sonoma County Jail and charged with cultivation and possession for sale of marijuana, possession of a controlled substance, possession of drug paraphernalia and for being armed in the commission of a felony, police said.

Later Tuesday, police served a search warrant at a home in the 2200 block of Sandpiper Drive, where members of a Special Enforcement Team and Patrol located more than 100 grams of marijuana, a loaded .38-caliber revolver and $600 in cash, according to police.

Police say charges are pending, and an investigation is ongoing.

With two additional arrests made by narcotics investigators last week in connection to alleged methamphetamine trafficking, police are asking Fairfield residents to remain vigilant and report any suspicious activity to the Police Department's investigations unit at (707) 428-7344.

 

[facelift]

BILLINGS, Mont. – A 35-year-old man imprisoned for drug possession has filed a $10 million federal lawsuit against Yellowstone County, alleging jailers interfered with his satanic religious practices while he was in jail. The lawsuit filed by Jason P. Indreland claims county jail staff took from him a religious medallion, denied him access to a "Satanic Bible or Book of Satanic Rituals" and ridiculed and punished him for his religious beliefs.

The suit alleges that Yellowstone County jail staff placed "Christian natured greeting cards under (his) cell door," that said "Jesus was ready to save and accept him."

Indreland is serving a three-year sentence at the Montana State Prison for felony drug possession. He was convicted after police found him with 15 grams of methamphetamine in March 2007.

County officials said they have not seen the lawsuit and could not comment.

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Information from: Billings Gazette, http://www.billingsgazette.com



Prison is about about the only place where Church and State are not separated. I'm leaning toward the plaintiff, I need to see the Christan Cards that were placed under his cell door. Can't the guards leave those people alone. They're already in jail rethinking their lives and building strong foundation of anger. Constant badgering by the guards must be part of their "good time" policy.

Good Grief!

 

[mpd]

I'm a consultant and at times I travel quite a bit. I've been to a ton of places, some good, some not so good. At the end of August of 2005 a hurricane with an evil wind named "Katrina" came ashore and destroyed the Gulf Coast. I was part of the economics consulting team that flew in to try and help the locals sort out the mess, restart businesses and get the wheels of commerce rolling. This was a long and arduous assignment that took up at least 3 days of my week for a period of about two years.

The problem started because Katrina was such a bitch of a storm, that cell tower communications in New Orleans were out for the better part of a year, with perpetual outages, jammed lines, the whole nine yards. If you wanted to call me when I was in New Orleans, it was leave a message and hope.

You had to hope because it might get through, it might not. I might have cell service there, I might not. So you had to be patient.

One of the consultants who worked for me at that time had no patience. He always thought that what he was thinking and doing was so important, it could not be set aside in usual schedules - it all had to be done now.

One week, he couldn't get a hold of me when he wanted to and panicked. He called my house, but my wife ignored him because he was part of my business, so his telephone calls went unanswered.

Then he fucked up...

He called the police and asked them to search my house for the body that had to be there - I was missing and had to be dead.

So, while I was in New Orleans and my wife was at work one day, the police descended upon my home. They brought an ambulance and had to call for animal handlers to get my dogs that they let loose when they busted into the house.

One of my kids was home asleep at the time and woke up to the cops sticking a flashlight in his face and asking if the child (he was 25 at the time) knew me. Meanwhile, cops are roaming all over my house and there is dope everywhere. I'm a medical patient and there was a grow that had gotten done and I was about to turn the trim into hash and had a giant brown paper shopping bag (from Dillard's) full of trim. There was a pile of pot on my desk. There was a pile of pot beside my bed with pipes and various accoutrements associated with ingesting massive quantities of marijuana - an illegal drug in my state.

Best of all, upstairs was my grow where there were four 4' BOG Lifesavers that were just finishing their stretch into the flowering phase and when the door opens, pot branches burst out of the room - it was that jammed (I had a timer go out and they stayed on 24/7 for days on end creating the veg cycle to end all veg cycles) in the grow room.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I'm going along with my work week, totally oblivious to the hell created by one of my soon to be former employees - oh yeah, I fired his ass like there was no tomorrow. Friday comes and I get on the big bird and fly home. I'm met by my wife as usual, but she is not happy. She explains the situation and that when we get home it will be likely that the police will be waiting for us. I told her there was no way we could obviate our responsibilities and I would have to take full responsibility (because the stuff was mine, grown by me and used by me alone) for what had happened.

We turn onto our quiet little street, our hearts in our throats and see it all waiting for us...

Nothing.

No cops.

No lights.

No nothing.

The cops didn't have the right kind of warrant. They had to go back and get a narcotics warrant. In the meantime, I went into the house and was stunned by the mess. Upstairs in our bedroom was a detective's business card sitting beside my pot and pipes. I freaked out and told my wife there was no substitute for action.

I immediately stripped off my business suit and put on my sweats. I had to get all the grow out of the house, all the appliances and dodads, all the pot and the witnesses. How could I murder my wife and son and still keep the stash? Where would their bodies go? I could just throw them into the dumpster with everything else, but then my prints would be on the bags. What to do?

First things first. Get the pot out. I went to cut down the plants and found I had the wrong tools. The stems were as big around as a silver dollar, truly giant specimens. I got the shears and down they came. Cut up and in bags in 10 minutes. All appliances and pot into the bags. We had 7 bags of dope and supplies and we stuffed them in the car and headed for the nearest dumpster before the cops got back with the warrant.

To this day I am still waiting for those cops to come back with the warrant.

Oh, and my wife and the other witnesses? Well, there was this accident and they were badly....

 

[Kush_Master]

I never had a run-in with the po-pos myself, and thats kind of weird because i used to look like a bum back in the days and was high like all the time.

But i have a close call anyway!

One day when i was still living with my parents i was alone at home and just got some niiiiice buds. I think it was like 10-15g (around half oz?). I rolled up a fat one and got really toasted, the stuff still lay on the table in my room.

Really the moment i finished the joint the doorbell rings and when i open i see two cops looking at me. I'm like wtf??

They tell me my sister got busted in a nearby town for possession of 1,4g of hashish. I'm like "youre kidding me right?". You gotta know in our family i was always the bad guy and my sis was the good one.
They say no and they want to search her room for drugs. Im like "you GOT to be kidding me right??". No judge would sign a warrant for possession of 1,4g of hashish here. Turns out theyre not.

I ask for a warrant and of course they don't have one. They come with their cop bullshit that they can get a warrant easily and my sister agreed to have her room searched and blabla. At some point i think fuck this, ima call my dad it's his house, plus hes a cop too!

Now my dad says i should let em in but only let em search my sisters room. Im like ok and let them in. These fucking pics didnt even wipe off their shoes!! Had it been my house i'd had told them to fuck off!

Now they start half-heartedly scooping through my sisters room, you could tell they're not really motivated to find anything. But they took a really good look at my sisteres hello-kitty parfume bottle ahaha. Yeah she always hides the kilos in that!!

Now while they go through my sisters room i realize, fuck im high as hell and i got my stash in my own room laying in the table. So i start to get nervous as fuck lol.

Eventually they get bored and leave again. But not without telling me "I can tell youre a good kid, please watch out for your sister and talk some sense into her that she quits the drugs".

At this point i have to work very hard not to start pissing myself from laughing. If those piglets only knew!

Later on when my sis got home she told me the cops were like "your brother is such a good citizen you should model after him" ahaha. Apparently cops luv it when youre shit-scared and oozing fear out of every pore

 

[drtask]

check this out. one night i go to a friends house and we run out of smoke pretty quick after. so my friend gets ahold of his guy and we're off to go meet up with him at the skate park. well, it's 10 pm on a tuesday and here we are parked in my car at a dark skate park in the middle of the town. so we make a call because my friend's guy wasn't there yet. there was three of us mind you, me, my friend, and one of his friends. well, i see a cop driving around the other end of the park and i'm like shit. either we bail now or wait it out to not look suspicious. well, of course, being the good piggy he was, he rolls up on us and flips on his dummy light. he gets out, gets all our id's and starts asking questions. my car had been running like ass that day and i had the hood up trying to figure out why it was knocking AND where from. well, cop inspects the car from the outside and proceeds to ask the dreaded question "is there anything i need to know about in the vehicle?" and i tell him "why do you ask?" he shines his flashlight through my rear window and says "that looks like marijuana sir." mind you i had hauled a few bails of hay earlier that day for a friend, so there's little hay fragments everywhere in the back of my car. i tell him "i assure you that nots marijuana." so he says "mind if i search the vehicle?" I'm sh*tting bricks now. i've got a tray with maybe a bowls worth of weed on it with my grinder underneath my seat, which he's surely gonna find. i tell him "no officer you cannot. i feel you have no probably cause and you cannot search." he says "well, you can let me search and if i find anything then i'll probably let you go. if you want to wait for a warrant, you'll go to jail." so i give in. i tell him about the tray and grinder and he has me get it out. by now he has two other cops here searching my friend and his buddy. well the cop finds buddy's back pack and pulls a bong out. my mouth drops. i had NO clue that little prick was carrying paraphenalia on the way to go PICK UP! seriously who does that? anyways. i know what this means so i lean up on my car and wait for them to cuff my ass. the cops pull me to the side and start talking. i start telling them how i know i'm very likely to go to jail that night because of that bong, but i was not aware that bong was in my car at that time and i know that they can simply write me a ticket for possession on the weed. the cops say well, who'll take honors on breaking the bong. me, already pissed off and feeling violated, am more that willing to oblige. i felt it was the least i could do for payback on almost getting my ass arrested. i shatter the thing. my friend took my grinder and threw the segments in different directions by order of the police. all weed was mixed into the dirt. and they gave me my tray back with a simple verbal warning saying if they caught me again i wouldn't be so lucky that my honesty saved my ass. so the moral of the story? if youre holding and the cops are searchin you, cough up your shit and you might get let off.

 

[Indecent]

so the moral of the story? if youre holding and the cops are searchin you, cough up your shit and you might get let off.

No offense, but you missed some very important lessons if that's all you got out of this.

Among the mistakes:
-Sitting in a park after hours - cops know what happens after parks close
-Bringing weed and grinder with you
-Not telling your friends not leave the paraph at home.
-Allowing the cop to search your car. You don't say if you were smoking in the car or not, but if he couldn't smell mj he likely didn't have probable cause to search. And if the car did smell but you didn't bring anything along and hadn't met your connect yet, they could search all they want and get you for nothing.

What turned out to be a warning could have been nothing at all. Please, take this advice and hopefully you'll never have a police encounter again!

 

[Yes4Prop215]

I am so f*cking stupid, i actually got rolled on by police last week.

long story short, i used to dabble in graffiti, i try not to do it anymore but i hang out with kids who still bomb and rock shit so it happens sometimes.

it was a nice sunny day, i was out in my former area where i went to college, which is a relatively upper class enclave with lots of peckerwood families, college kids, and cops.

i was with a friend who paints alot, we decided to go paint a "day spot", which is usually a chill place out of the ways that people can paint during the day and not worry about getting police attention.

this place under a huge highway, its basically a stream that flows under neath a highway, on both sides of the stream are big sand banks next to the concrete supports, which were our targets.

heres a picture, i have been here a few times, its very chill, hell theres like 10 people who live under the bridge in tents and appreciate our art, theres also a few chairs and tables where kids drink and smoke. i blacked our our graffiti for security reasons. As you can see the wall is clearly already vandalized beyond belief, so our graffiti wasnt adding anything new, just changing the color of the surface.


BACK TO THE STORY
not two minutes into our painting, a lone young cop runs out from nowhere..

"STOP PUT THOSE CANS DOWN."

he told us to sit in the sand, "i dont care if its dirty sit your asses down"

i could tell this guy was a newbie, and he was kinda scared.

we reasoned that we dont do graffiti on visible public property, only paint in the cuts and out of sight.

"I can respect that, but you cant be painting down here."

I told him, "look at all the graffiti all over the place, we arent adding anything new this place is already destroyed."

we had a back and forth conversation,

the cop made many many mistakes, first he turned his back on us several times without searching us. actually, he never searched us, even though i didnt have anything on me besides the spray paint.

what made me worry was that my car was parked out on the street, and like a dumbass i had a half ounce of purple on me.

the cop even mentioned, "you guys came all the way out here from San Francisco? wheres your car, you guys got more cans in the car"

I had a small mental panic but remained calm, it was only a half ounce, i would explain my medical patient status and would be immune for such small weight.

Luckily, he never even searched the car or even attempted to find the car. He simply walked us over to his cruiser, explained that he was under the bridge looking for a missing transient woman when he saw us. He said he didnt want to write us a ticket, but he had to because his boss said so, his boss was a dike female cop who was sitting in the car the whole time and never said a word to us.


So, end of story, me and my buddy have a court date in a month for misdeameanor vandalism, my 4th charge in a year. I beat my first three charges due to the witnesses backing out, so i feel this one is probably karma. I cant beat this charge, we are fl_lCked because the cop caught us in the act red handed, he saw us both painting the wall, no way out of this one. its not like when a hero pedestrian sees you, calls the cops, then you just pray the hero doesnt want to waste time testifying in court.

The sad thing is, i dont feel i was even destroying property or anything. This spot is NEVER buffed or cleaned by this city, it basically encourages graffiti here because otherwise the city is very clean. All we were doing was changing the color of the paint on the wall. In retrospect, i could say that i was cleaning the wall becuase i was spraying white paint over a bunch of other graffiti already on the wall.

the standard charge for this is a $500 fine and 90 hours community which sucks, im also on court probation which probably wont sit well, worst thing its the same court im on probation at which SUCKS, i was in the wrong county at the wrong time, i normally stay out of this place.

moral of the story: dont do graffiti, leave it to the kids. i have a job and bills to pay, cant be out there risking more necessary runins in with the god damn police anymore. as i was sitting on the ground next to the cruiser i was so pissed off at myself, I AM SO GOD DAMN SICK OF RUN INS WITH THE LAW!!! ARGH. graffiti has for the most part been a big reason, and i realized i am going to STOP for good. i am not 16 anymore, even though sometimes i still wish i was young and reckless.

 

[Yes4Prop215]

drtask where do you live, they actually send kids to jail for a bowl and bong?

too bad you had to shatter it, but i would not have been tripping. cops could really care less about weed.

you guys messed up, 3 dudes chillin in a car at night, that is just BEGGIN cops to stop and see whats up. if you have to, park the car, get out and get mobile. if the cops stop you make sure its AWAY from the vehicle so its listed as a PED STOP and not a vehicle stop. this way they cant even connect you to the car and have no right to search it. just go post up on a corner outside a business and smoke a few cigs and talk, make it look like you are just chilling.

 

[Chamba]

Yes4Prop215......here's what I would do...grab some paint rollers and some paint that's close enough to the same color as the concrete. Paint the entire wall, two coats if you have to, Take photographs before, during and after. Show these pics to the judge saying you were so ashamed of your actions that you went back and just had to clean up the painted wall. Plead "guilty your honor, and I'd like to add if I may, that I'm very sorry to waste the valuable time of the two police officers involved in this case, who were btw, both professional, efficient and polite, then try to take the blame for the kid you were with saying "I did it all your Honor, Mr teen, was just tagging along watching me" etc and then promise to forever keep your art off any public walls. Pay the fine and get smart. If you practice your delivery. keep eye contact with the judge, wear a square looking suit and hair you might even get off with the minimum fine and won't need to pay a lawyer....or pay for a mouthpiece and let him say the lines.

 

[Yes4Prop215]

^haha yes you have the right idea!

 

[stonedkaddy]

I had quite a few, but I'll give one of my lesser stories, for its much shorter. About 21 at the tme, Decide to head up to the local park at night with a friend to smoke a few doobs, Beautiful night. Well, We were finishing up the first one, whn the Cops pull aroundthis corner and start right for us. I throw the rouch with the clips behind me. MISTAKE. The metal flashed in thier headligts and they saw it, they get out and want to know what I through, I said, nothing, Before that I took the other doob and bent it and gave it a little toss in the grass behind me, This tall overgrown grass. Anyway, the cops are looking around the area and I spot my second doob , just sitting on top of this high grass, I'm thinking, Fuck stop looking. As sure as sure as shit, Cop spots it. Picks it up, What do we have here, I'm like Fuck, we just wanted to chill in this nice night. Anyway, They bust it open, tell us to go home. Another closecall, and let go again, Went home to my Half OZ and rolled another one.

 

[durgamata]

Silly close-call.

One of my two Best-Friends is over late at night, 12am midnite or so.

I offer to pack us a Blunt (USA BLUNT WRAP) and he obliges.

I roll up the Southern-California baught street bag and we agree to smoke in the 'OUTDOORS' AT NITE. A real Adventure, like back in Highschool (22+ now)

My Street is very discreet and long. 1/2 Mile straight or so.

We decide to take an even more risky stoner adventure and decide to smoke the blunt as we take a walk around my neighborhood.

We light it up, were smoking, were walking. We get around to this slight bend or curve in the road, and some headlights are coming our way.

Instinctivly I look for the detailed signs of LEO, sure enough, to my eyes disbelief, it was a normal Patrol Car. I scuffle and order my friend to follow me and we duck behind this bush infront of someones yard.

The car goes by very slowly, and we take a deep breath.

It finally advances down the road, and we sprint back to the comfort of our residence. We laugh at how our stupid idea to have a nice stroll easily almost turned out bad for us.

It sure made the high that much better though! really gets your heart beating when you get away totally clean

 

[tenotoge]

lots of cool stories but too much info. I can tell you about one time in high school....we all smoked at this footbridge near school during lunch, cutting classes, etc. One day there's a good 20 of us there all smoking and hanging at like 11am....all of a sudden 3 cop cars come flying at us from nowhere and I've never seen people run faster in my life....jumping over fences, just running into the woods, whatever. I ended up slipping through a hole in a junkyard fence. Nobody got caught.

 

[horror business]

This one really freaked me out...

I was going to the city to get 2 ounces of high quality for a good price. Prices and quality like that didn't exist in my small town, so I had no other choice at the time. A friend came with me as he needed to pick up some Methadone wafers. This was during my addiction to opiates, so of course I partook in 1 1/2 wafers.

So, we get to my destination, get the weed, and start to head back. I had smoked a few joints before heading back on the road, and the methadone was just starting to come on.

I was still in a bad part of the city, and I was stoned out of my mind, when I realize that a cop is behind me. I started to freak out, like everyone would in that situation. I was coming up to stoplight that was red. The cop was right behind me.

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, but in my intoxicated state, I treated the red light like a stop sign. I stopped, made sure no one was coming, and then turned left.

Needless to say, he immediately turns on his siren, and I think I'm fucked... My friend had a bag full of methadone on him, and my two ounces were in my jacket, that was in the back seat. He comes up to the window, and is in a very bad mood, and I give him my license and registration. He basically asks what the fuck I was doing, and I responded with "I'm not from around here..."

He replies with "Do they not have stop lights in (your small town)?" and I didn't really have a response for that. He then asks my friend and I to step out of the car. I think he's going to give me a sobriety test or something.

He asks why I'm in the city, at this late of night (it was about 11 pm). I told him that I was just visiting my step sister. I tried my best to stay very calm, and alert.

He then asks to see my friends ID, and verifies that he is from my same town. He asks how we know each other, (my friend was black, and I think he thought it must have been suspicious) and I tell them that we're in a band together. He tells us to go back to my car, while he checks my license and registration and shit.

I'm freaking out, thinking that he's about to call more officers to the scene with a drug dog or something. About 5 minutes later, he uses his megaphone or something to call me over to his car. He hands me back my shit, and says "Get the fuck out of here."