I had a few close encounters with the cops before I actually got arrested...
The first was at a park in town, me and my friend were chilling, had two grams of coke and a teenth of hydro. Snort snort, toke toke... next thing we know a cop pulls into the park and shines his spotlight over towards us. My friend was in the way of the spotlight shining on the CD case, lines of blow, bud and my ID, so I threw them all on the ground behind a tree. The cops start questioning us, and my friend starts acting cocky... so I yelled at him, which I guess earned me some points with the cops. They stopped wondering where my ID/license was, and I gave them my social security number, address and phone number without hesitation, so they decided they'd just search my car and let us go. Luckily my car was having a new clutch put in, so it was in the garage with the engine hanging mid-air and the transmission torn apart. I had my dads car, so it came up clean. Cops let us go, and told us where to hang out at night (another park, they don't check it).
Another time I was driving my same friend from the previous story to his girlfriends house in the next town over. We had just picked his girlfriend up, and were heading to the park to play strip poker and smoke a blunt. Meanwhile my friend packs a bowl and starts toking away. I take a few hits, and roll the windows down cause I hate baking my car (just in case, right?). I notice there's a black Crown Vic tailing us about 50 yards away, so I tell my friend to put the pipe away. He ignores me. There's also about two ounces of loose bud in my center console. I tell my friend again to put the pipe away, again he ignores me... finally I said "the fucking cops are going to pull us over in a minute, put that shit away and light up a fucking cigarette!" So him and his girlfriend don't believe me, but he lights up a cigarette, and I break one in half and light it up so it looks like I've been smoking it for a bit. Next thing you know red and blue lights come on, so I find a safe place to pull over, turn on all my lights and put my hands on the steering wheel after I put the window down. Cop comes up and tells me that my vehicle's been reported stolen, and that my license comes up as it being a red 2006 Elantra, when mine's an 05 and silver as can be. Turns out the DMV had mine and my dad's plates mixed up, and somehow accidently checked it as being stolen. Fuckers. So I tell my friend to open my glove box and get my registration and papers, and there's a black airsoft gun in the box that looks like a real fucking weapon. My friend throws his hands up real quick and I look over, and say "that's an airsoft gun, not a real one!" (I actually had a 9 mm under the seat cause I was dealing at the time). The cop tells me to get the fake gun and put it in the trunk, so I do, and then he continues running the papers. Meanwhile another cop pulls up and starts talking to us, and we start laughing and having a nice conversation with her. The other cop tells us that everything's ok, and that we can go to this place called Max Beach and safely enjoy the evening. Meanwhile, I'm wondering how the fuck did I get away with that?
Then came my unlucky time. 10/20/07, 6 months after 4/20, and I'm driving home at 4 am from a friends house after passing out from smoking a dro joint and watching a movie. Planned on walking the breast cancer walk next day. Get within 3/4 mile from home and I pass a cop, I begin regretting not taking the back way home like I ALWAYS do... I also have a headlight out. Turns out that I'm getting pulled by the biggest dick cop in our town. My car was detailed the day before, and all I had on me was an eighth of some killer chronic in my center console. Cops claim they smell something suspicious, ask to search the car. I tell them I will not consent to a search, and they ask me to step out and wait for the dog to arrive. Then the other cop asks me to come over because there's a problem with my license not checking out (wtf is it with me and the DMV making mistakes?). I look back about a minute later and the first cop is searching my car. I tell him to stop, that I didn't give consent and that I am filing a complaint. He says fine, and tells me I can get back in my vehicle. I get back in, and he's shining his flashlight on a blunt roach on the floor. I know it wasn't there when I got out of the vehicle, and since I was only smoking chronic, I wouldn't have rolled it in a blunt anyways. The cop asks me to hand him the roach, and he puts it in his test tube and it turns magical blue, meaning I'm going down for cannabis possession. He asks me where my dope is, and I surrender my chronic. The cops actually told me it's the best looking and smelling weed they've ever found on someone (compliment?). So I get cuffed and carted off to booking, my dad gets called to come get my car (he says he couldn't smell pot in it at all, which you couldn't, I quit smoking in my car a few weeks before)... 6 months of "drug court" and I'm off, and now my record's expunged. I still think I should've fought the charge. Asshole cops.
it made it a lil better
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...that is 1 long sentence. 8)
