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Long ago driven girl home from club in the city and parked up on her parents driveway, some foreplay oral and sex. Driving back through her town the police had turned all lights at intersection red and were breathalizing every driver, a PC came to the window and asked where I had been, I told him to club in the city and then taking girl home, he started laughing a bit at this point, he could tell I was not drunk and was giving me a producer to go show documents at police stn in my town.

His Sergeant came over and looked the hatchback I was in over and asked what the small wooden arch in the back was. I told him it was an arch for brickwork and he said open the back so I got out and he was staring like fook at me, I popped the back and he asked if I had done a murder, i was like "Eh?" He shone his torch on me and I looked down I was covered in blood from this girls pussy all over my shirt and face and hands, how I had not noticed until this point is beyond me,the PC was behind him trying not to laugh is arse off.

Just then the police at the other set of lights called the Sergeant over because they had pulled someone who was falling down drunk, he looked annoyed and told me to wait. I could tell he was going to be awkward with me so I said to the PC "Oh hell, wtf happens now that girl must have started bleeding and not known." He was laughing his arse off and says "Get in the car" so I did, then he tore the ticket for the producer up stood in front and waved me through, I sat there disbelieving and he says "GO, go home" So I did, never heard anything else about it. Weird shit.
 
I couldn't get in touch with any of my usual roxi 30 dealers one day... Figured I'd just take some kratom/Imodium to weather out the sickness til something else came along, but thought I might give the street coppin' thing the old college try again first before resorting to that... Not my usual method of getting the goods, maybe I just felt like going on a little adventure. I like to think I've gotten at least a decent idea of what's what down there... Naive white kid raised half his life in the burbs, half in the hood himself, so probably not ... But anyway...

Bout a 30 minute drive to what I now understand to be one of the most dangerous hoods in America apparently, known locally (perhaps infamously due to a certain movie) as 'The Bluff'... Not generally a place for a shy, scruffy white kid, but I've personally never had any problems dealing with the folks down there, other than being shorted or outright ripped out. Some days there's not a cop in sight, and some days the place was five-alarm hot-- same goes for the dope. I pulled in to the parking lot of a large church just on the outskirts, a couple blocks from the spot I'd had the best luck with in the past, just to survey the scenery from a fairly neutral spot with a good vantage point and see what was what that day.

And damn if there ain't at least three fuckin pigs all stationed at different corners right in plain sight, pestering random people on the street. I decide it would probably be in the best interest of my spotless record if I just left the area as discreetly as possible. As soon as I pull up to the exit to the church, Atlanta PD comes flyin up down the street outta nowhere and stops a short distance away, right in the middle of the street... I stop dead before pulling back onto street, and I can feel this dude just staring a hole in me about 50 feet away, clearly checking me out. I happened to be driving my old work truck that day, ladders 'n all, and had my GPS in the window. So I start fooling with my GPS, using vague, frustrated hand signals to try and seem like I'm just some dumb contractor who lost his way in clearly the wrong part of town. I keep this up for a good ten minutes or so, surveying the surroundings, trying to find my bearings like I'm completely lost even though I wasn't. He's still there, that sinister looking, decked-out Dodge Charger poised right at me, so I fiddle with it for a few more seconds, and make a break for the exit... Thankfully the pig seemed satisfied enough with my display, and we both went on our merry ways: Mine, straight to the nearest freeway entrance and straight the hell out of there. I've had cops running my shit right behind me while I was either drunk or barred out in the past, been pulled over with significant amounts of various CI/II substances in my possession and never got caught, so I've been pretty lucky when it comes to the police... Closest call I've ever had, anyway, probably not a very interesting story relatively speaking to the rest of yours though.
 
Back in 96 I was driving some buddies on a road trip to score some herb near Canada. Just three happy hippies doin what hippies do. We got to the spot, but there's a delay, so we got a day to kill.

Decide to cross the border to drink (we were all under 21/over 19). BAD idea. Get pulled at the border for a search by the Canucks. My buddies have no ID. They find an old pipe and a tiny bit of herb in the trunk. They also find a bunch of crumbs under my seat, which they believe is coke. I happen to eat a ton of strawberry Sunday crunch ice cream bars. I'm pretty sure most if the crumbs were from those, however, I also know I spilled a gram of coke under my seat two weeks before. I'm pretty sure I cleaned up well, but ya can never get it all, ya know. I convince em it's crumbs, as evidenced by the 20 or so ice cram bar wrappers in the car, they make me dump the herb and break the pipe, then send us back to the US. Here's where things get interesting.

As soon as we pull up, it's "Outta the car, boys". They pull a full strip search (spread em and everything) and find my buddy's cash belt with 12 grand. Now they are super curious. Out comes the dog, and he is going fucking NUTS in my car. I was dealing weight at the time, so I'm sure there is residue everywhere. They run my license and find its suspended. They spend the next two hours interrogating us/searching our possessions. Three different cops went through my buddy's wallet, and all three flip right past the half sheet of unperfed white blotter, assuming it was a buisiness card I guess.

They finally decide they can't hold us, so I get arrested for aggravated unlicensed operation. My buddy peels off $2 g's and says to call when I get out. I make bail, call a cab, go back to the border and steal my car back, and drive to the hotel. The next morning we got the herb (turned out to be moldy outdoor, not the dank we were expecting) and drive home. Found two grams of herb in a tape case (do you guys even remember cassette tapes?) that all the cops and dog somehow missed!!!

Turns out the border was understaffed that day, or we coulda been fucked. While all this was going down, most of the narcotics agents were participating in a MAJOR coke bust that netted 81 people, all upper level distributors. It was all over the papers the next day.
 
Whenever theres a situation with cops its "everyone shut your fucking mouths and let me handle this" Being a very clean looking young white kid, its not hard talking your way out of dodgy situations with a little intelligence.. and LMAO at all these weed stories, its just pot guys..
 
mmmCHRISx said:
...and LMAO at all these weed stories, its just pot guys..
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^Yep.

Although I have met a couple people in other states (midwest ish I think) who got into some real trouble from having weed on them. No fun :(

One day this last summer, I had to call the cops because I knew it was the only way to get my ex to stop following me around. The officer who came to talk to me gave me a ride downtown to the courthouse so I could get paperwork for a no-contact order. When I got inside and walked put my stuff on the belt for the x-ray machine, I wasn't thinking about what I'd packed in my backpack that day, I just wanted to be done. I had a weed pipe & some herb on me... X-ray operators asked for my bag to be pulled off and checked. The officer by the metal detector took my pipe out, studied it for a couple seconds, handed it back to me, and told me to leave to get rid of it, or he'd have to arrest me or something along those lines....So. I left, stashed it under a bus stop in front of the jail, and returned for it after I got my paperwork.

Yea, pot, no big deal, but it was a dramatic day that a super-jerk could've made a whole lot worse.
 
My big ass has saved me yet again. I never felt so god damn glad my ass is how it is

hOOOLY SHIT. i came so close to gettin popped just now thank god i have a big ass. without it id be FUCKED.

since i been a huge super fiend lately i wanted to cop at like 6am today so i start my journey to "the hill" to get 9 bags of dope and 7 vials of fire coke. dont wanna be too specific but lets just say i live in one of the 5 major dope cities in NJ. I am "downtown" where its 75% white people living, and "the hill" is 0.00% white/spanish/etc and 100% black.

its raining so i call a car service that does it $20 round trip. so i cop and as usual my dude hands it to me tightly wrapped in saran wrap and it goes straight into my super versatile sampsonite-esq ass crack. I get back in the taxi and t he driver is like yo i gotto scoop this dude up whos late for work. about 5 blocks down this black dude gets in and is serving the driver a few vials. within seconds 3 narc cars 2 heads in each storm us guns a blazin. black dude just throws all his shit and gets a gun pressed right into his chest cause hes buggin movin around like crazy until they restrain him

they take us outta the car search us and run warrants in the pouring rain for around 30 40 mins. by this time im completely soaked. I had nothing illegal on me. black dude goes to jail he had atleast coke vials he was selling to the driver, driver gets arrested on a warrant, i get let free no warrants no possession no nothin. they didnt check in my socks or shoes or hat either but atleast i was able to feel comfortable during the search knowing that for them to investigate my asscrack...well it wasn;'t gonna happen in the street during the sun rise lol. Honestly it was far enough in that i could flaunt a plumbers crack with no worry.

Soon as I am let free i am like to the driver yo lemme gget the 10 bucks i paid for the ride home and teh narcs are like get teh fuck outta here before i give you a wandering ticket. so i happily did just that walked to the lightrail and never felt better in my life riding home. got a bagel with cream cheese and just blasted off a speedball a free man naked cause i was soaked.

thank god for my ass crack. it just feels so nice not only making it outta there a free man but with fire dope and coke 2boot. my mom always says my grandmother is watching over me like a guardian angel. obviously she wanted me to shoot some ballin speedballs and wasnt gonna let anything stop me. thanks grandma.
 
^^^lmfao. did you get your ass crack from your grandma? I'm waiting for the thread about "what have you hidden in your ass" lol. you got lucky bud. good deal.
 
Tales of arrests and experiences

I have quite a few of these unfortunately so I'll go for the sunny side with my first arrest. It was my 18th birthday and I had no weed and having rolled a joint out of seeds which wouldn't stay lit I left it in my top pocket. Friends and I went to buy some solvent "Afta" a cleaning fluid that caused incredible visions. We were in a park when it was raided and after being rounded up the detective asked if there was anything in the car. I told him there was a stuffed chicken and 20 pounds of bananas that were gifts to me, the bananas so I could try to smoke them. Anyway he asks if that's cocaine. They find the joint and I get charged with possession and contributing to the delinquency of minors. Bail was $1500 and a federal charge back then. I waited a year and a half to go to court and during that time Jersey's governor's son got popped with 2 oz's and he made all first offenses a misdemeanor. The judge asked my lawyer how much was .8 of a gram of marijuana who didn't no so I told him what it was, a seed joint that wouldn't have gotten me high anyway. He shook his head and said why do they send me this, $25 fine $25 court cost. I got back my bail money back and partied like hell.
 
I got a DUI one time. Ruined my car, my reputation, my license, my finances, my relationships and pretty much any thing else I had. It was fucked up. But it was the best thing that ever happened to me cause I really started to examine how many of the bad situations I find myself in are my own fault. I was forced to grow up pretty quick after that. No I chose to grow up. And though I've never done less drugs in my life I enjoy them more than ever when I allow myself the rare treat. (or the not so rare if you count certain "staple drugs")
 
Back when I was 16 me and a couple of friends ran out of weed. Waited all day long for an ounce to arrive - felt like the longest day of our lives! We went out to a park nearby that had a nice quiet pier going out into the lake. We sat on the end of the pier getting baked, finally =D until the police showed up. It was odd b/c there were 4 cops in each patrol car. TSTO, we weren't too happy about this turn of events and, to make it worse, they searched the car and found an unregistered pistol, various paraphernalia, pipes, roaches, etc. Totally blew our high, all these cops swarming around going through our shit.

We were thoroughly fucked with that evening- searched, threatened, pushed around, the whole nine... which obviously completely ruined the mood and our high. We were fucked. I wasn't looking forward to the impending trip down to the station and calling of the parents. I was thinking of how all of that was about to play out - what I would say to my dad, what would happen with school and all the other shit.. Then, just as quickly as they arrived, they climbed back in their cars and left. No tickets, no arrests, they were just gone, along with our ounce and all the other shit they found. Didn't even leave us with a joint or a nug to take away the sting. As a final fuck you, the bastards actually honked and waved as they rounded the corner before they were out of sight. Worst dick move ever.
 
I got arrested with 4lbs of weed in my car, was super nice and friendly to the cop (I was going to get arrested, what was the point of being a dick) she was so chill she handcuffed me in the front while they searched my car, and she got a cig out of my pocket, lit it, and let me smoke while it was all going down. She took me back to the station, and booked me. I thought I was going to need to find bail money or something, I jokingly ask for a ride home and she actually gave me one. I go to court later, charged with felony possession, no jail, just probation. I ask my public defender to talk it down and instead I got simple possession, barely any probation... that's it. Ridiculous. I get in less trouble for 4lbs then my buddy did for paraphernalia.

and then there's this... not arrested, but my house was raided by the DEA (http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/threads/352069-Biggest-Buzz-Kills?p=11868097&viewfull=1#post11868097)
 
blue1995 said:
We were thoroughly fucked with that evening- searched, threatened, pushed around, the whole nine... which obviously completely ruined the mood and our high. We were fucked. I wasn't looking forward to the impending trip down to the station and calling of the parents. I was thinking of how all of that was about to play out - what I would say to my dad, what would happen with school and all the other shit.. Then, just as quickly as they arrived, they climbed back in their cars and left. No tickets, no arrests, they were just gone, along with our ounce and all the other shit they found. Didn't even leave us with a joint or a nug to take away the sting. As a final fuck you, the bastards actually honked and waved as they rounded the corner before they were out of sight. Worst dick move ever.
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you're kidding right....
 
!_MDMA_! said:
you're kidding right....
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Lol guess it depends on how you look at it. Yes, in a sense we were relieved, but we had just gotten punked in the worst way. They didn't have to do all the extra. They were abusing their authority to steal from and bully us and it doesn't make it ok because in the end they would rather smoke our stuff than go to the trouble to take us in, IMO.
 
I've only been arrested 4 times...
2 out of 4 were because of a 'friends' fault.
But there's been plenty of times where I've been pulled over & unlawfully searched.
Been threatened to have my "teeth kicked in if I was spotted again" by 4 undercover fags in a blacked out dodge charger. & They would have done it too.. however, me being the junkie that I am.. I disregarded their warning, went to cop & got the fuck out of there asap.

There's been times where I've been pulled over, and I gave up a bag or two, then was let go scott free.

I remember walking in the hood late at night with a bud and we walked right past a cruiser in the alley way.. (he was hiding pretty good, lights off & all)
So, 2 cops step out of the cruiser and yell at us "Hey van halen! (Was talking to me due to my long hair lol) Come here! Don't run off & make us chase ya'll"
So, we comply.. and admit that we were there to cop drugs.. so, as per usual, we're searched and then the cop gives us the option of getting a ticket for jay-walking or obstruction of traffic..
Of course we both took the jay-walking offense...

Those cops was pretty cool in my book.
It's the asshole macho-man cops that I hate to run into..
 
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blue1995 said:
Back when I was 16 me and a couple of friends ran out of weed. Waited all day long for an ounce to arrive - felt like the longest day of our lives! We went out to a park nearby that had a nice quiet pier going out into the lake. We sat on the end of the pier getting baked, finally =D until the police showed up. It was odd b/c there were 4 cops in each patrol car. TSTO, we weren't too happy about this turn of events and, to make it worse, they searched the car and found an unregistered pistol, various paraphernalia, pipes, roaches, etc. Totally blew our high, all these cops swarming around going through our shit.

We were thoroughly fucked with that evening- searched, threatened, pushed around, the whole nine... which obviously completely ruined the mood and our high. We were fucked. I wasn't looking forward to the impending trip down to the station and calling of the parents. I was thinking of how all of that was about to play out - what I would say to my dad, what would happen with school and all the other shit.. Then, just as quickly as they arrived, they climbed back in their cars and left. No tickets, no arrests, they were just gone, along with our ounce and all the other shit they found. Didn't even leave us with a joint or a nug to take away the sting. As a final fuck you, the bastards actually honked and waved as they rounded the corner before they were out of sight. Worst dick move ever.
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I call BS on this story.

Finding a gun, especially unregistered/stolen, is a cop's delight. On top of that, finding drugs with that gun, and you just made his fuckin' day. Had this really happened you would have been arrested and charged with felony posession of a firearm and misconduct with a firearm involving a controlled substance.

No cop just leaves a bunch of underage stoners with a gun. What concerns me even more is that all you talked about is your silly weed high getting fucked up, a stack of felonies would be on the forefront of any sane peron's mind.
 
ohshea said:
What concerns me even more is that all you talked about is your silly weed high getting fucked up, a stack of felonies would be on the forefront of any sane peron's mind.
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For sure.
If I had a illegal handgun and drugs in my car, the police found both, and I DIDN'T find myself in a cage for the foreseeable future I would build a shrine to the cops that let me off that very large hook and I would bow and give thanks to said shrine every night and morning.
You were pissed at them?!??!? OooKaaaayyy.....

In a decade of drug addiction I've never gotten myself arrested. I've had my arm nearly broken by a cop, threatened, pushed, cuffed, but never arrested.
I'd like to think it's all skill and street smarts and that's part of it but it's mostly just pure dumb luck. I hope I'm not jinxing myself.
 
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