I'd have to call myself a "golden boy" when it comes to this matter. Granted, I do have a DUI charge from drinking an insane amount of alcohol and taking 800mg tramadol, passed out at the wheel at a burger king drive thru at 4:30am. But given the amount of times I have driven drunk or on other drugs, it amazes me that I don't have at least 5 DUI's and my license suspended for life.
There have been 3 incidents where I was way too drunk to be driving.
The first I was 16, we were hanging out at my friends aunts place. One of the dudes there was in a fight with his girlfriend, and since we were in the middle of nowhere, he had no cell reception. She took this as him ignoring her so she called his mom and told her what he was doing. About 5 minutes later she tries calling him again, he picks up, she finds out he just didn't have service, and she tells us to get out of there before the cops come (in a small town like this at 2am, cops are going to chase underage drinkers as fast as they can).
I tell them I'm cool to drive so we start heading out to this field we know we can chill and be safe at until the morning comes. There's a damn road block and we get pulled over. I'm thinking to myself "fuck, my life is over, my parents are going to kill me, etc" but the cop just said to me "are you ok to drive?" I say yes. He says "look, I know this is a car full of underage drunk kids, but honestly my shift is almost over and I just want this kids mom to shut up. I know what it's like to be in high school, so just let ____ out of the car so his mom can pick him up, and stay the fuck out of my county if you are going to be doing this shit."
2nd time I was 19, really drunk and stoned on the way to a friends party, when some asshole swerves into my lane, I try to dodge him, end up running into a $90,000 mercedes, and the other guy swerves off. I have half an oz of mushrooms and a quarter of weed in my glove compartment, and an opened bottle of whiskey under my seat. Once again I can tell the cop is tired and just wants to get home, I know for a fact he can tell I've been drinking, but just takes down the insurance information and lets me go.
3rd time I'm 20, get pulled over for running a red light. I was literally taking a chug from my whiskey bottle as I ran the light and the cops turned their lights on, with another 12 pack of beer under my seat. I know my breath reeks of alcohol. Turns out it's Georgia Tech police (the college I went to), who are known to be assholes, and not only that, but it's a higher up officer training a newbie the tricks of the trade. He pulls me out of the car and starts asking me if I've been drinking, if he can search my car, etc. I stay as far away from him as he will let me, give him some bullshit story as to why I was in a hurry, and he lets me go with a ticket.
As for copping drugs, I have open air copped in the bluff (worst part of atlanta, cops everywhere) tons of times, as well as shot up in the middle of the day in my car in there. I used to be a dumb/cocky kid and for some reason whatever is out there has given me a lot of second chances.
Then after I lost my car I used to walk through the bluff, the only white person on foot within a 1 mile radius, then shoot up in parks/abandoned houses. Even once I was waiting on the bus home, cops posted at the gas station across the street, I took a little bump out of my sack, using my phone to cover it up.