Arrest Stories & Close Calls

[sonoma]

Well...I was living in my car down by the boat docks in Seattle. I was 19. I was a carpenter and working other odd jobs too, cause I had other stuff to do. Anyway, I just bought a quarter ounce from this guy who actually weighed it. He gave me 5 $20 sacks for $80, like he always did. Like the good rasta he was.

I'm stoked riding my bike back to my car, which didn't run, and going down University ave. A guy asks me if I had any weed as I whiz by him. One thing led to another, and we were in the alley making an exchange........as soon as he had the herb, I was swooped up and thrown in handcuffs and into a van with about 6 cops in it......they left my bike right there in the alley....then I got to sit in the van and watch the cops nab 3 more guys in the same manner.

I was a major dumb ass for that move.

Oh, and because it was a block from the University Of Washington, all fines and jail time are doubled, because it is a "school zone". Did the time, paid the fines. Felony!

I think we'll just start with that story.....I remember it like it was yesterday....What a pricey but valuable lesson.

 

[Guest]

30 burgers!!!!!!! WHAAAT!!!

30 burgers!!!!!!! WHAAAT!!!

when travelling through minnesota in the states, i met up with some yankee friends. we all got stoned as buggery and drove to white castle at 2am. white castle, to me, was a fictional resturant in a hollywood movie. i thought it was all fantasy!! haha i had no idea it was real. so me, and three other mates were crusin round in the chevy monte carlo and pulled up in the drive through at white castle.
when you pull up in the drive though, a voice comes over the intercom saying ... "What do you crave?" to which i burst out laughing so hard. hahaha then my friend in the front driver seat ordered a "crave case" and we started laughing even harder!! so i yelled out "how many burgers are in a crave case!!!!?" to which my mate replied "30" .... HAHAHAHAHAHA!! THATS GOLD!!! how isnt white castle aimed at stoners??!!?? i was kacking my pants laughing at it and my stoned mates were laughing at me rolling around in the passenger seat.
... this sorta thing went on for about 15 minutes ... for 15 minutes while i was pissing myself laughing ,the driver who wasnt as hammered and was also a store manager of Arbies (which isnt a bad sandwhich joint to by the way!!) was getting pretty nervous!! out of no where he just pulls out of the drive though lane and drives out of the carpark!!!!! just as a police car comes cruising into the white castle!! luckily we left just in time and cruised all the way back to thier place (still hungry though!!!).
he told us when we got back that he had called the cops on people who sounded drunk in the drive though lane at his Arbies store!! and im like holy shit!!!!
i found that totaly overwhelming!! a resturant that is shamelessly aimed at stoners calls the cops on stoners who come to thier resturant!!!! WTF!!! i found it amazing that cops in the USA have nothing better to do than bust a coupla stoners!!! either that or the state governments over there are spending WAY to much money on police!! where i lived if you rocked up stoned in a drive though the people inside wouldnt give a fuck!!! i think they'd start laughing at you haha!!!
anyway thats one of those gold moments i spent traveling. the weed in the states wasshitloads better than what i expected too!! awesome!!

wedge ...

 

[BonsaiGrower]

stoned and driving laughing and carring on like your drunk...and your pissed they called the cops?...good thing you didn't drive over anyone on the speed home...my 2 cents....I've liked other posts from ya man...but drinkin and drivin and tokin and drivin just isn't cool in my books....ever lost a loved one to it?....not a laughing matter

BG

 

[Guest]

nah mate, there was no drinking. the driver wasnt even smashed, he just had one toke on the corn cobb. the strength of the weed and there actually being a white castle just overcame me mate!!! couldnt believe it!!! looking back on it, it was a dumb thing to do though!!! ill admit to it!! haha maaaaan i wish they'd open a white castle in australia!!! i miss getting baked and having burger eating contests!!!!

 

[zamalito]

I have a few busted stories.

Ok I was on my way back home from a friend's birthday party, driving through a small town in North Carolina. I get pulled over for ten miles over the limit by a cop who was the older brother of a girl I used to date. I'd even smoked with this guy in the past and he had a reputation for being about 3 IQ points shy of a retard. Anyways he knew I smoked very heavily at the time and dealt cannabis. He had just become a cop about 3 months previous and had much to prove. He decides to ask if he can search the car. I was fairly confident I didn't have anything in my car but wasn't 100% certain so I said "NO, its late and I'd like to get home" he tells me that if I don't he'll hold me until a drug dog arrives (something I'd experienced in the past many times). It was around midnight when he calls the dog which didn't arrive until 4:30AM. That's 4 1/2 hours of waiting. It was cold and he'd taken my keys so I couldn't run my heater in an attempt to get me to bend and let him search the car. After shivering my ass off for 4 1/2 hours the dog (a black lab) finally arrives. He runs the dog through the car and me and the dog gives a few hits after sniffing my hands. The dog also gives a hit at the trunk of my car. So they empty out my trunk and it turns out I have about 1/4 of a bowl of shake mixed with a large ball of lint in my backpack. The cop then tells me that if I'm honest with him I won't spend the night in jail. He asks if I'd smoked anything that day. Though I really hadnt I said yes just because he was that kind of idiot that if he thought I was being honest he'd write me a possession ticket and another for speeding and let me go. He tells me good answer and tells me to park my car and he'll take me to the pd to call a ride. So my ride shows up and we leave go home and get some sleep.

Okay here's the kicker.

The next day the cop calls me and tells me he forgot to get me to sign the ticket and asks me my schedule so we can meet within his jurisdiction (the next county over) to sign the possession and speeding tickets (by law he had one year to get me to sign the ticket). I miss the appointment but within a week the cop got fired. He was showing off for some high school girls and was power breaking with his police car in the local food lion parking lot and ran over an old lady. So I got off scott free.

That's my favorite of my experiences with police. Maybe another time I'll tell you about one of the dozens of times I've been searched.

 

[Ordinary Joe]

This didn't happen to me but I did read the report.

The sheriff's department was called about a lot of traffic and noise from one trailer in a trailer park. When they arrived at the trailer park, a pickup passed them going fairly fast with it's stereo blaring. The two deputies continued on to the trailer that the pickup just left. They got out, went to the door and knocked loudly. "Come in" someone yelled from inside the trailer. The two deputies just looked at eachother in amazement and knocked again to make sure they heard right. "Come in" was once again yelled over the music and the deputies walked in. The occupants were shocked when the two deputies walked in. The reason, they had drugs scattered everywhere. To the left of the door was a couch that rapped around the wall and a coffee table in front of it. A few people were sitting on the couch, a bag of weed was spread out on the table and one of the guys had a brown bag of weed sitting at his feet which he tried to push under the couch with his foot. Straight ahead in the kitchen area was a man and woman smoking a joint, along with drugs spread out on the bar that separated the kitchen from the livingroom.

Theses idiots invited the cops in because they thought the people knocking were the guys who had just left in the pickup. They didn't even bother to look at who was at the door. 1ce they invited them in, it was all over. I don't remember the charges but you can bet it was bad. All because they didn't take the time to look out the window or peephole. Really they should have been more lowkey and the cops never would have been called on them.

 

[hrnchn1864]

Dog Lover

Dog Lover

This is the account of my close call with the Department of Homeland Security.

We (my wife and I) were in Detroit to meet a couple friends and then travel to Amsterdam for a vacation together.
Having several hours to kill we smoked up some killer buds before heading to DTW. After arriving at the airport, we checked in at the gate and started down the jetway to the plane. As we turned a sharp corner, we noticed that a DHS officer with a german shepard dog was walking toward us. Not thinking, I called the dog over, " here boy."
Well, the dog alerted and the officer, unsure of the reason for the canines behavior, had everyone in the jetway "stand to the right wall, face forward, hands at your sides." He then proceeded to walk down the line with the dog checking everyone again.
Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that I was holding some coke for my wife.
So now I am standing there thinking I hope the dog doesn't alert on me when I realize through the fog of the bud, that I am indeed in deep doo doo. I wonder if my wife will go on to Amsterdam without me was all I could think of.
Probably that is what saved me, because the doggy kept going right past us and out the jetway.
As we found our seats my wife turned to me hit me really hard and said that was the stupidist thing I had ever done. She was right.

 

[mrgrowmez]

Only ever had close calls....
Few years ago a friend and i decided to go to the coast (queensland australia) to pick some goldtops. neither of us had a car or access to one so we thought fuck, why not make an adventure out of it. take the train and walk there. hehehehe best fun ever.
we got some red wine, two minute noodles, some buds and off we went.

we took the latest train we could to get to the coast cause, i think it was 11.30 at nite, we wanted to get there not too long before sun up and all the morning trains would have been too late seeing as we had a good two hour hike plus public buses to take as well.
after the initial train ride some stoned confusion and much map referral we get a bus that drops us off as close to the fields as possible. we looked like such hermits i remember we were on a bus full of people comin home from a night out all dressed up and here we were in shitty clothes carryin a big cooler full of water, red lips from the wine and red eyes from the buds. and askin people the best way to get so adn so a place by foot.

anyhoo before starting the hike we had a quick session in a public toilet at a lawn bowls club, which i think looked quite gay, ha, two guys goin in 1:30 in the moring for 10mins and then comin out smilin. there was a big carpark there as well with some yobbos in their cars doin burnouts etc. you know the type......
after about 5 mins of walkin (could still see the toilet) this unmarked car pulls up next to us, opens the doors identifies themselves as cops and starts questioning us. what are we doin, where are we goin blah blah blah.
well we are polite of course, afterall we were on a holy mission and neither of has attitudes anyway. we tell em why sir we are goin campin in some fields and my brother lives down here so we'll go see him too. they want to now why two beats are walkin around 130 in the morning far away from their hometown with no camping equipment. do we have anything on us we shouldnt etc.
anyhoo they split us up for the questioning and then searched us. they were truly puzzled by the contents of our bags - books, one towel, one cooking pot and a little stove that uses some white flammable bricks for heat lol noodles. i remember saying something about being "survivalists" when asked why we had nothing with us.
i had the pipe stashed in the front pocket of my bag which was also jammed with paperbacks and my friend had the ganja in a little black bag inside his backpack niether of which was actually looked into. great luck dude just unzippped the front pocket saw the books and said something like "you dont have anything else in there do you?" nope just books man

anyway they eventually let us be on our way all tho they really didnt want too. but there wasnt anything they oculd do cause we gave them no reason. no attitude, they just took us for dumb stoners and told us to be careful.
next day was great, we got to the fields finally after a killer hike, camped under a bridge got some shrooms and ate on the train back home and spent the day gallavanting around the city and trippin out in the botanical gardens.

peace

 

[mrgrowmez]

went down to kristiania in copenhagen end of last year which if you havent heard of is a small country within denmark, well it used to be anyway until the government changed sides and now they are slowly "normalising" it i believe is the term they are using. its not really a country i guess but its a commune in the city that has its own council, garbage service etc all run by the people of kristiania.
if you want learn some more of it read here - Freetown Christiania
anyhoo they have good hash there and its a hell of alot better then the soapbar i get in sweden and sor half the price, so i thought fuck why not pick up a bit while im over visiting friends.
i ended up geting a good sized lump and after having a few coffees and some chatting we headed towards the train station to say our farewells and me to head home. we stopped on the way to roll one up and wisely (for once) i declined, thinking about the journey ahead and gettin into a car full of my girlfrends relatives speaking a language i struggle with at the best of times once i got back into sweden.
well i get on the train, cursing cause its packed with people meaning i couldnt stash a few seats ahead and collect before i get off. damn... grab a seat stick the hash down the side and go to the toilet to wash my hands thinking i can always claim it aint mine and have no smell on me if SHTF.....
well it all looks good until i hear this wierd static noise and lookin up i see two cops makin their way down the aisle with a furry little friend nosing aboot there radios sounded like the noise in "the ring".
a bit of rash thinking and i inconspipcuously as possible take the hash and for some reason throw it back under the seat behind me so it goes a few rows back. the cops come past and i seriously cant breathe thinking about all the shit that could happen cause of a little lump of brownygreen goodness i just couldnt live without hehehehe try explaining that to the missus when you tell your getting deported or some crazy thing like that. now i swear i could here people saying "officer that guy threw this" or " someone just tossed this back here" hehehe crazy
well a bit of a anticlimax here, dog when strate past me and the hash, and when i got up to leave and went back to get it even i could smell it when i sat down in the seat closest to it. dog must of had a cold lol. friend told me they do runs through there with "fake" sniffer dogs to keep up appearences. thank god for cheap funding. and thank god i passed on the spliff before the train ride , i dont think i would have coped with that high, sweden has some very strict laws when it comes to marijuana, worst in europe i believe..

 

[SpacedCWBY]

Some crazy stories out there...

Got pulled over once. Had a car full of people who all had pockets full of pot and what not. Stoned off my ass, somehow managed to escape with a 4mph over warning.

About a month later, going down the road, again - stoned off my ass. Two girls in the backseat and my buddy and I up front. Pipe, bag and a bottle of Rush (amyl nitrate - poppers) under the seat. We had been down at the beach burning all day. Passed the same cop, my muffler had fallen the day before and was a little loud. Pulled us over and asked me to remove my sunglasses. Said that she remembered us and that we should really be more careful while driving. Gave me a "I know, but I won't nail you on it" grin and was off. Must have been quite the sympathetic lady, rumor has it she's a toker too. Thanks for not nailing my balls to the floorboards Mrs Copper.

Later all - BE SAFE!!!!

 

[beaner]

I just spent a few min reading through this thread, some amazing stories that make me thankful that I haven't had many close calls!

 

[Guest]

My story begins in a small California town in probably the only remaining industrial farming county in California. It was my first year in college and it was also my first experience away from home, so as do most young adults I made a few mistakes. My first was moving into a house with four other friends who all (like myself) love the grace of the most beautiful herbs around. However this was an academic mistake, not a criminal one. I also was taking my first crack at growing as well. We had parties -- lots of parties -- with lots and lots of people. It's suprising that this didn't lead to my demise.

Anyway, during a normal correspondence with a high school friend in northern Idaho (lets call him Tyler) I learned of the most tragic of situations: my friend couldn't get any weed! This was highly unacceptable, and I knew something had to be done. So, from necessity come invention...I worked up the perfect little scheme (or so I thought). My plan was to send Tyler a little care package. This is where the stupidity begins.

First I gathered some items I thought he might like: some Swedish goggles, candy, nudie cards, a magazine and three pounds of starbucks Colombian coffee. Inside the bag of coffee was placed a solid ounce of some local crops. It was wrapped in cotton and triple-bag sealed with an electric vacuum bag sealer. I seriously thought this was a fool-proof plan. However time proved me wrong.

The package was shipped to a separate location. It was a friend of Tyler's house, unfortunately we were unaware that "Jim" was under investigation for some other marijuana crime in that local area. This meant that his house, daily activities, phone, and mail were all being monitored by local officials. Needless to say, my package was intercepted. This was not a big deal (or so I thought) as the package was untraceable, with no return address and no fingerprints (i wore gloves)...only a postmark.

About a week after the package was supposed to arrive I got a call, and it was Tyler. He explained that his friends house had been raided. According to Tyler, the cops had wanted info about the sender of the box. The police kept asking them who they knew in California, and they kept telling them they didn't know anyone.

After hours of questioning, the police finally said my name. "You don't know this person?" the police asked Jim and his wife (separately). They answered honestly, "No, I do not know that person." So the search turned its eyes towards me. The cops had lots and lots of questions to ask. I know you're asking yourself a different one though: Where did they get my name? That was my first question as well.

Remember that harmless little magazine I placed for Tyler's reading enjoyment? Well it had my old ADDRESS ON THE BACK. "Oh, Fuck!" was my first reaction to this information. Immediately panic and adrenaline rushed through my viens.

I wasn't sure what to do, but decided I should take immediate action. I took all the plant I was growing to a friends house...they were small, so it was easy. But as time went on, no raid ever came. To be accurate, five months passed by without anything happening...no raid, no police, no jail. I figured nothing was ever going to happen, so I went back to concentrating on my schoolwork and my grow room.

Then one day I got a call from my Mom. She told me that a police officer had stopped by her house that day. He had told her that I was involved in a hit and run accident. This was highly peculiar, as I didn't remember being in an accident. So I asked her what he had wanted, and my mom said he just wanted to talk to me and look at my vehicle to confirm his accusations. So being the good unaware citizen that my mother is, she gave him my address and phone number. I wish she had called me first!

The next day I got a call from the officer...he had stopped by while I was at school. He reassured me that I was not the person the authorities were looking for, as it was a gray car not a black one. Then it happened.

Walking from my car to class at the university about a week after that curious police call I see three officers walking towards me. I thought nothing of it. Then they swiftly grabbed me, slapped the handcuffs on, and tossed me in a van that pulled up.

I was so scared, for a second I didn't know what the hell was going on. Then I realised, "OH FUCK! I'm busted!" I was promptly brought to a parking lot near my house and asked some questions. While this cop was distracting me, the local narcs, as well as DEA and SWAT agents were all terrorizing my front yard and ransacking my house.

Thankfully, all of my roommates were at a training camp for one of the school's sports teams...they were not present for the raid. After about an hour I was taken to my house and handcuffed to a plastic yard chair in my living room as the agents continued to look for my "stash" as they called it. To their astonishment and disbelief, I had practically nothing. No baggies,no scale, and -- thank God -- no weed. I ONLY had 6 bongs and 15 juvenile plants.

So, back to the station we went for more questioning. I told them my story and the police were obviously pissed. They had spent all this time, effort, and tax money to track down a college student, not some Unibomber-type weed smuggler.

Now, how did I get off without any time spent in jail? Well, actually, once again luck was in my favor. The search warrant listed items to search for that deal with "the distribution, shipping and sale of illicit drugs, particularly marijuana." It said nothing of cultivation which really was the only thing they had on me. So after 6 months of investigation and 7 hours of scary police hell, I was released with a slap on the wrist and shaking finger that said "NO,NO,NO bad boy."

I am writing this not to win the stupidest stoner in the world award. I am simply here to spread the word so others can learn from the stupid mistakes I made. If there is one thing I want people to learn, it's that there are some things that you shouldn't do stoned. Sometimes your stoned ideas aren't very good ones! However, looking back I must say that these events have not really slowed me down, just made me smarter and more cautious. I hope others see that weed is a tool for the mind, body and soul, but used in the wrong way it can be hazardous. Just be careful until this ridiculous prohibition is finally removed!

 

[Guest]

here is a close call ... arrested for driving with a suspended license ... a friend was returning from visiting his 8 year son (who lives 200 miles away from him) ... the last 40 miles were in a snow storm ... all this friend wanted to do was get back to his cozy home ..he obeys the speed limit & tries to stay safe, had some personal stash in the car... almost home , now he is coming down a steep hill & at the bottom is a traffic light turning from green to yellow.. thought he could make it before the red.. he did, but the cops did not agree ...its late at night in miserable weather & he is alone on the road with only 15 more miles to go!... he sees flashing lights & gets pulled over ... there was paraphernalia in plain full view (it was overlooked!) .. two police officers in two cars are on him with flashlights ... my friend is very calm and explains where is coming from and where is is going ...they run the info & discover a suspended license is in their system (unknown by the driver & what a way to find out!) so they get all serious & now he is asked to step out of the car & turn it off ... he is asked if he has anything illegal on him & he is patted down & put in the back of a police cruiser(a place that this individual has never been & never wants to be again) .. now here is the good part .. one of the officers leaves ...the other officer who is doing the paperwork tells my friend the solution is that he is free to go if he can get someone else to drive the car home ... pretty darn lucky eh? this could have very easily been a disaster, trust me... the officer was getting calls from his girlfriend on his cell phone & he obviously wanted to be with her more then bust my friends chops too badly, he even lent his own cell phone for a call... moral of this story is not to get sloppy when traveling..always be safe and legal when on the road! this may seem like a non-event to some of you, but it was a nerve racking experience ... i'm quite sure

€peace€

 

[brother~buzz]

I can't go into details but my grow partner from OG days got busted.We had parted ways on a good note before this happened.He got nabbed with 14 plants inside.The cops called it 5 lbs but dry weight would have been less than 1 lb.

He faced serious charges.My state has no MM law but he had circumstances that helped him.They dropped the felony charges down to simple possession and he got off with a few years of probation.He was very lucky!

I had warned him to be carefull.He was thinking with his wrong head.There was a female envolved and it wasn't a plant.

 

[Guest]

It was around midnight when he calls the dog which didn't arrive until 4:30AM. That's 4 1/2 hours of waiting.

I thought by law a police officer can't detain you to wait for a dog unless within reasonable time such as up to 90 minutes?. 41/2 hours seems like it is illegal.

Here's something I found:
http://reddit.com/info/13npp/comments

"second, without reasonable articulable suspicion that a crime has been or is being committed, a cop can only detain you for a reasonable amount of time. this means that he can't make you sit there while he brings out the drug dog or gets a warrant.

he'll say "ok, then i'll have to bring out the dog, and that could take hours..." he's lying to you. the proper response on your part is "officer, i'm very busy and don't wish to be detained for any longer than necessary. please tell me as soon as i am free to leave."

/attorney"

Here's another one:
http://www.judicial.state.ia.us/wfdata/frame4129-1698/File24.pdf

[2] Detention and
performance of canine sniff. Adog sniff
of a car’s perimeter is not a search.
However, “police cannot unduly prolong
their detention of an individual to secure a
drug dog or for any other reason without
additional suspicion of wrongdoing that
warrants expansion of the stop.” The few
minutes required for the canine unit to
reach the scene fell within the
requirements that “the dog sniff be
conducted within a reasonable amount of
time from the initial, lawful stop and that
the stop is not unduly prolonged without a
sufficient basis.” [3] Probable cause based
on results of dog sniff. “When the dog
was alerted by smelling the presence of
narcotics, this provided police with
probable cause to search the vehicle.”

 

[funktion]

my favorite run-in with the police in college...

my favorite run-in with the police in college...

Well, it was my freshman year at university and a friend and I decided to go visit another friend down the street. we were drinking some beers and decided to bring them along. the friends house was nearby so we walked. as we were walking with beer bottles in hand, an officer who was driving saw us and stopped next to us because it is illegal to walk around with a beer bottle in your hand in public. My friend had a fake id, 4 pills of ecstasy, and a large pipe in his pockets, all i had was the beer and a bag of weed which i threw into some bushes when i saw the cop stop. being minors in a college town, all we were going to get was tickets for possessing and drinking alcohol in public, but the cop saw my friends fake id and cuffed him and put him in the back of the cop car. my friend still had all the aforementioned illegal shit in his pockets and i thought he was fucked. i was standing outside the car while the officer filled out some paper work with my friend cuffed in the back. during this time, my friend somehow had managed to work his hands around and get some of the ecstasy pills out of his pocket, he managed to swallow 2 and dropped the other 2 in the back of the car. some time had passed as the officer finished up the paperwork and then realized he had misplaced my friends wallet. the cop could not find my friends wallet even looking around everywhere, so he got my friend out of the back of the cop car to help look. by this time, i could see the pills had started to take effect on my friend, he was sweating and grinding his teeth, rolling balls while helping a cop locate his wallet. well, the wallet was not found so the cop let us go!!! we got away without anything and the cop got 2 pills of ecstasy. during the time it was pretty frightening but every time i recall this situation, i bust out laughing.

 

[I Used To Grow]

I was arrested at the end of January for..get this...trying to buy a car...wtf?WTF?wtf?

 

[PersonalSmoke]

^details?

 

[ItsGrowTime]

I think that explains IUTG's extended absence from IC during that period

http://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=49488&highlight=IUTG

 

[I Used To Grow]

yah...it was f'd up...I even had my credit card on me too..just no paper greenbacks..fucked up huh

but in the end..it was pretty damn sweet..and I realized..I dont need a car right now