Not my proudest moments but I've been arrested 3 times, all having to do with drug or alcohol use. On only one occasion was I charged with anything.
The first time me and my friends got really drunk on malt liquor. I was also eating Xanax. My friend goes to pee in some bushes. She ends up peeing on herself and has a fit about taking the subway back home smelling like urine. Mind you, it was like 3 in the morning and everyone on the subway at that hour smells like piss anyway.
So she gets this great idea to take a taxi home and run out on the fare. I was very leery but also blacking out so I guess I went along with it? Needless to say, this doesn't go very well. As I learned later, my dad called the cops on me for staying out so late so they were already out looking for me in my neighborhood. We arrive in front of her building in the taxi and all dash out of the cab. A police car was right behind us but none of us were smart [sober?] enough to notice that.
We all run into her building and up 5 flights of stairs. I've never run that fast in my life. We get into her apartment and I drop my backpack in her living room. I am grateful for that, because that was where I kept my Xanax.
The cops knock on the door and make us leave the apartment, stand against the wall and search us. I had about $1500 dollars in cash because I was supposed to buy a computer that day but found nothing I liked. The amount of cash I had probably didn't look good to the NYPD officers but also ended up getting us off the hook.
The cab fare was about $25 dollars but the officer gave the taxi driver $50 for his trouble. It was a small price to pay to not end up getting charged with some ridiculous crime and the right thing to do as I think about it now. The officer ended up cuffing my friend and I, stuffing us in the backseat of the police car and wandered off for a doughnut or something. After about 15 minutes, they came back and got my friend and released her to her family, who were had just been awakened by police officers at 4am.
They leave me cuffed in the back while all of this is going on and start to lecture me about watching who I hung around with and other things of the sort. (I'm white, everyone else was black.)
I kept yelling at them about not double-locking my handcuffs and how they aren't following safety protocol. At that point, I thought I was going to the police station and lamenting about how unfair it is that I am being charged with this when it wasn't my idea or intention. I think I actually offered to pay the damn cab fare at one point.
But they instead drove me home and brought me to my parents, handcuffed and quite humiliated. One of the cops was all "If you were my daughter, I'd...such and such" and I was like "If I was your daughter I'd kill myself" which is a very stupid thing to say and probably could have gotten me a 72 hour mental health hold. But they did eventually release me to my parents who did absolutely nothing except bitch at me for waking them up at that hour. Mind you, I was like 16 or 17 at the time.
Oh well.
tl;dr
Xanax and Olde English malt liquor do not make for an intelligent young lady!
I don't really feel like getting into the other two times I was arrested but suffice to say everything has been removed from my record due to being a juvenile! Live it up till you're 18. Or something.
