Kittycat5
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Nope.
Your Experiences With The Cops
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Ever since 9-11 cops and firemen have been heralded as heroes in the media. In the once
thriving town I live in, they manage to get in the paper for things like DUI's, public
lewdness, embezzlement, and discharging firearms. Chances are I could walk down the hill to a
popular drinking establishment and find the now retired Chief of Police parked on his stool. He might
leave when I entered, he might stay. It isn't a place I feel compelled to visit these days.
I revisited the place some time ago. Upon entering, the aforementioned Chief presented me with a
most twisted, perverse, smiling face- a face that said, "Hey! No hard feelings. . . Good to see ya!".
. . . I had been working on my PhD. in Sociology. Frankly, it was the last thing I should have been pursuing.
I did want to change the world. I was told I had solid writing skills. I will make the best of my experience, but
sadly for the sociologists, I'm Dutch-Irish. Basically, what that means is that I should have gotten my BS in
Engineering and gone from there. In any event, I found myself rereading Karl Marx, Sartre, etc., and working
as a busboy. I would get out of work, trek to my place in a dangerous neighborhood, and get shit-face drunk
before I hit the books again. At work. my boss wore me down. At school, quite frankly, I should have realized
the Sociology Department was for fags- "fags", "gay", whatever. I came from DC in 1981. I just wasn't gonna
take a cock for a track to a dissertation.
So. . . Having spent my free time reading and meditating and getting dangerously drunk, seeking an end to my
cycle of working, puking, studying. . . I decided to go down to the dam at the river and confront my demons by venturing out to the middle of the dam where I would sit until my demons departed. There was danger, but it was minimal. The water was low. To get to the middle of the dam. I had to walk on a path of stones. I "walked the path" and found myself comfortably at the middle of the river. I sat and communed with nature. There was a diner across the river that looked out across the dam. Someone must have called and said something like, "There is some nut in the middle of the river." The police showed up.
3 police showed up in 2 cars. The sun was setting. It was getting dark. An officer put a spotlight on me and told
me to get back to the shore. I said, "Your spotlight makes it so I can't see my way back." The officer said, "If you do not come back here now you will be arrested." I said, "Turn off the light so I can see my way back." The officer said, " Get back here now or you will be arrested!". I ventured back, but I could not see my way with the spotlight on me. I fell and broke my nose.
Here is where this long story gets really good:
I fell and got a bad concussion because the stupid pig wouldn't turn his light off for the 2 minutes it would have taken me to get to the shore. I guess it was a bad concussion, because landing upon the shore, I immediately projectile-vomited. Doing so, the 3rd, rookie-cop says something like, "Another drunken puke!". To which I say
something like, "You're an idiotic bastard! Fuck your mother! I'd kick your ass!". The two old cops look at each other and ask the rookie if he wants to fight me. He says something like, "Hell yeah." (although rather sheepishly)
The two old cops set us up opposite one another, I punch the rookie in the face, and I swear to God, he starts crying.
I'm standing, he's bawling, and I get a billy-club to the stomach. I get thrown into a car and driven to the station.
At the station, the chief hears what happens and just shakes his head. I get dropped off back at my house. They actually leave me lying on the curb, but then think better of it and escort me up to my place.
-What is funny about this, is that it isn't even the story about the cops that is the cause of the antagonism between myself and the former Chief of Police. He laughed at me when I was arrested with a tie on and while one officer
said, "He hung himself.", I was in the back of a patrol-car outside headquarters strangled and turning blue. A good cop dragged me in and screamed for a pair of scissors as I was passing in and out of consciousness. I remember a green oxygen tank and waking up in jail.
I need to go for a good long run. Funny. On a run I found a phone belonging to one of our vaunted public servants who lives in a neighborhood he should never be able to afford on his salary. It was some time ago, and I just threw it away. I went to parochial grade school with a lot of the LEO's in my town. Perhaps I find myself n a tough place in that I was one of the smart kids they hated, but I feel compelled to do better than the now doctors and lawyers who justify their bullshit because they were picked on. That having been said, "I'm rather drunk."
thriving town I live in, they manage to get in the paper for things like DUI's, public
lewdness, embezzlement, and discharging firearms. Chances are I could walk down the hill to a
popular drinking establishment and find the now retired Chief of Police parked on his stool. He might
leave when I entered, he might stay. It isn't a place I feel compelled to visit these days.
I revisited the place some time ago. Upon entering, the aforementioned Chief presented me with a
most twisted, perverse, smiling face- a face that said, "Hey! No hard feelings. . . Good to see ya!".
. . . I had been working on my PhD. in Sociology. Frankly, it was the last thing I should have been pursuing.
I did want to change the world. I was told I had solid writing skills. I will make the best of my experience, but
sadly for the sociologists, I'm Dutch-Irish. Basically, what that means is that I should have gotten my BS in
Engineering and gone from there. In any event, I found myself rereading Karl Marx, Sartre, etc., and working
as a busboy. I would get out of work, trek to my place in a dangerous neighborhood, and get shit-face drunk
before I hit the books again. At work. my boss wore me down. At school, quite frankly, I should have realized
the Sociology Department was for fags- "fags", "gay", whatever. I came from DC in 1981. I just wasn't gonna
take a cock for a track to a dissertation.
So. . . Having spent my free time reading and meditating and getting dangerously drunk, seeking an end to my
cycle of working, puking, studying. . . I decided to go down to the dam at the river and confront my demons by venturing out to the middle of the dam where I would sit until my demons departed. There was danger, but it was minimal. The water was low. To get to the middle of the dam. I had to walk on a path of stones. I "walked the path" and found myself comfortably at the middle of the river. I sat and communed with nature. There was a diner across the river that looked out across the dam. Someone must have called and said something like, "There is some nut in the middle of the river." The police showed up.
3 police showed up in 2 cars. The sun was setting. It was getting dark. An officer put a spotlight on me and told
me to get back to the shore. I said, "Your spotlight makes it so I can't see my way back." The officer said, "If you do not come back here now you will be arrested." I said, "Turn off the light so I can see my way back." The officer said, " Get back here now or you will be arrested!". I ventured back, but I could not see my way with the spotlight on me. I fell and broke my nose.
Here is where this long story gets really good:
I fell and got a bad concussion because the stupid pig wouldn't turn his light off for the 2 minutes it would have taken me to get to the shore. I guess it was a bad concussion, because landing upon the shore, I immediately projectile-vomited. Doing so, the 3rd, rookie-cop says something like, "Another drunken puke!". To which I say
something like, "You're an idiotic bastard! Fuck your mother! I'd kick your ass!". The two old cops look at each other and ask the rookie if he wants to fight me. He says something like, "Hell yeah." (although rather sheepishly)
The two old cops set us up opposite one another, I punch the rookie in the face, and I swear to God, he starts crying.
I'm standing, he's bawling, and I get a billy-club to the stomach. I get thrown into a car and driven to the station.
At the station, the chief hears what happens and just shakes his head. I get dropped off back at my house. They actually leave me lying on the curb, but then think better of it and escort me up to my place.
-What is funny about this, is that it isn't even the story about the cops that is the cause of the antagonism between myself and the former Chief of Police. He laughed at me when I was arrested with a tie on and while one officer
said, "He hung himself.", I was in the back of a patrol-car outside headquarters strangled and turning blue. A good cop dragged me in and screamed for a pair of scissors as I was passing in and out of consciousness. I remember a green oxygen tank and waking up in jail.
I need to go for a good long run. Funny. On a run I found a phone belonging to one of our vaunted public servants who lives in a neighborhood he should never be able to afford on his salary. It was some time ago, and I just threw it away. I went to parochial grade school with a lot of the LEO's in my town. Perhaps I find myself n a tough place in that I was one of the smart kids they hated, but I feel compelled to do better than the now doctors and lawyers who justify their bullshit because they were picked on. That having been said, "I'm rather drunk."
Once upon a time. not getting my PhD, I was a waiter, and walking home through the gang contested intersection I found myself on the side of the road when a car passed by and a baggie was thrown out the window. I picked up the baggie and found that the following car was police. I threw the baggie in a drain. A police-woman stopped and began to hassle me. Suddenly, while hassling me, she became ill. I guess she had a moment of crisis in that she said something like, "Wow! I am too fucked-up!". She was three-sheets-to-the-wind. She sat on the door-frame of her car begging me to get lost. After making fun of her I continued on my way.
BlueSaffron
Bluelighter
I've met cool cops though. Back when I was on the other side of the law, I was friends with a cop and kind of halfway dated him. When I met him he jumped out of his patrol car and I thought he was about to jack me - instead he asked for my number, lol. He couldn't be seen with me, (I was known to the cops) and I sure as hell couldn't be seen with him. He'd pick me up on a quiet street in his SUV and we'd drive somewhere to go eat... if he said "duck" I'd put my head down - it meant he saw a fellow officer. He avoided the streets my peeps hung out on. We'd get to the restuarant and eat, and then repeat the same procedure when he dropped me off. We had fun together though.
He was legit. And no, he never disrespected me by asking me to give info on people.
He was legit. And no, he never disrespected me by asking me to give info on people.
Jesus! I re-read what I wrote and I sound like someone on Bluelight!
Sorry!
I have brain-damage from the police.
I have a torn brachial-plexus from the police.
A scared policeman is a dangerous policeman.
The police who arrived at my house were acting on behalf of my deceased
valedictorian, Ivy-League graduate brother who at the time was on a deadly
battery of prescribed psychotropic drugs before his fifth final and successful
suicide attempt. Perhaps in their report they should have been honest and
said they did their best to wreck my life because they, along with my
brother were convinced I had recently landed having traveled across the
galaxy from a planet where taking "Ripped-Fuel" and hoping to put into
practice "Master Ken's Joint-Locks and Nerve Blocks" was prohibited.
I look to Sun-Tzu for satisfaction.
Phyllo dough and nuts
Sorry!
I have brain-damage from the police.
I have a torn brachial-plexus from the police.
A scared policeman is a dangerous policeman.
The police who arrived at my house were acting on behalf of my deceased
valedictorian, Ivy-League graduate brother who at the time was on a deadly
battery of prescribed psychotropic drugs before his fifth final and successful
suicide attempt. Perhaps in their report they should have been honest and
said they did their best to wreck my life because they, along with my
brother were convinced I had recently landed having traveled across the
galaxy from a planet where taking "Ripped-Fuel" and hoping to put into
practice "Master Ken's Joint-Locks and Nerve Blocks" was prohibited.
I look to Sun-Tzu for satisfaction.
Phyllo dough and nuts
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Whosajiggawaaa
Bluelighter
these cops caught a friend and I drinking at 13 and they made a friend and I having a downing competition with the quarts of beer we had so they could throw it away, they then dropped us home, they were cool. was also let go with a baggy with meth residue and a meth pipe when i was very young. they seemed amused at both tbh, the latter they said u kids are too young for this shit.
shroomster
Bluelighter
My first few times being stopped by the police were when I was a minor smoking or possessing weed. They never formally charged me, but forced me to either step on it or give it to them (this is in CA). Later, in adulthood, they'd allow me to keep it.
My first time being charged I was smoking meth in front of my house with a few friends in the early AM's. Police received a call of a bunch of hoodlums playing music late at night. We had so much shit in the car, I was lucky I got off with just under the influence. This was the impetus for my first trip to rehab.
A couple of years later I was driving the day after a heavy heroin binge. I was close to OD'ing the night before, I believe, as I came to 9 hours later passed out on the floor of my room, fully clothed, with my gear and outfits strewn here and there. Anyway, I woke up and had to drive to work IMMEDIATELY. I was running late and ran out of my house, jumped in my car and get on the freeway. I felt very sober, yet on the exit of the freeway heading to work, I nodded out. Car was totaled. The cop rightfully checked my pupils, then asked to see my arms (smart cop). I was quickly hauled to jail with a DUI.
After that, I was picked up on under the influence charges once, but the charges were swiftly dropped. Now, as a responsible adult, I'm much more aware of my doses, time of doses and environment. I seldom use outside of my own property. Aside from the DUI, every single one of my arrests were because of carelessly using in public or being high in public spaces.
I also want to point out that generally all of my encounters with police officers have been fairly mild, if not pleasant. They were harsh while I was being arrested, but afterward, their actions seemed just and fair. Most (not all) seemed more interested in helping me than arresting me.
Don't get me wrong, I don't trust any information with LEO. I won't give out my name if I don't have to. I've never been searched illegally, but once on a traffic stop (i was on probation, so they had legal right to search), they decided to search my vehicle for no apparent reason and demanded I tell them if I had drugs. I said I didn't. They searched thoroughly and found marijuana. They yelled at me for lying, but after five more minutes of searching, they handed me my keys and told me to get lost. When I arrived at my destination, I noticed they didn't confiscate either my paraphenellia nor marijuana
My first time being charged I was smoking meth in front of my house with a few friends in the early AM's. Police received a call of a bunch of hoodlums playing music late at night. We had so much shit in the car, I was lucky I got off with just under the influence. This was the impetus for my first trip to rehab.
A couple of years later I was driving the day after a heavy heroin binge. I was close to OD'ing the night before, I believe, as I came to 9 hours later passed out on the floor of my room, fully clothed, with my gear and outfits strewn here and there. Anyway, I woke up and had to drive to work IMMEDIATELY. I was running late and ran out of my house, jumped in my car and get on the freeway. I felt very sober, yet on the exit of the freeway heading to work, I nodded out. Car was totaled. The cop rightfully checked my pupils, then asked to see my arms (smart cop). I was quickly hauled to jail with a DUI.
After that, I was picked up on under the influence charges once, but the charges were swiftly dropped. Now, as a responsible adult, I'm much more aware of my doses, time of doses and environment. I seldom use outside of my own property. Aside from the DUI, every single one of my arrests were because of carelessly using in public or being high in public spaces.
I also want to point out that generally all of my encounters with police officers have been fairly mild, if not pleasant. They were harsh while I was being arrested, but afterward, their actions seemed just and fair. Most (not all) seemed more interested in helping me than arresting me.
Don't get me wrong, I don't trust any information with LEO. I won't give out my name if I don't have to. I've never been searched illegally, but once on a traffic stop (i was on probation, so they had legal right to search), they decided to search my vehicle for no apparent reason and demanded I tell them if I had drugs. I said I didn't. They searched thoroughly and found marijuana. They yelled at me for lying, but after five more minutes of searching, they handed me my keys and told me to get lost. When I arrived at my destination, I noticed they didn't confiscate either my paraphenellia nor marijuana
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SirTophamHat
Bluelighter
I realize my posts in this thread may have been overly sensitive and/or reactionary. I'd like to apologize to ohshea and anyone else who thought I might have been speaking to them specifically. The message I meant to send was that it's easy to call each other stupid. It's better to give constructive criticism if we think someone is doing poor decision-making.
On topic: My area's LEOs are currently so obsessed with this "new wave" of opiate abuse in my state that they're practically doing anything to hand out narcotics charges. To prove their point, I guess? Luckily this means that no of them give a shit about much else, really. I only speak of this since I have experienced it first-hand.
On topic: My area's LEOs are currently so obsessed with this "new wave" of opiate abuse in my state that they're practically doing anything to hand out narcotics charges. To prove their point, I guess? Luckily this means that no of them give a shit about much else, really. I only speak of this since I have experienced it first-hand.
RVAbrowntownRVA
Bluelighter
How are you guys going to jump on me for posting on topic? I never claimed to be a genius and obviously if I've been shooting dope since I was 15 I'm prone to risk taking behavior any one that knows me will tell you that boy just don't give a fuck I'm not proud or bragging just telling y'all how I am.
SirTophamHat
Bluelighter
dont sweat it RVA, Drug Culture is usually the least judgmental subforum on the website. stick around and you'll see what I mean
RVAbrowntownRVA
Bluelighter
Thank you Mr hat just trying to get in where I fit in around here peace and good vibes to you!
skittlesxo
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I was sitting in the backseat of a car smoking crack with the driver and another girl in the back with me then all of s sudden a cop pulls up beside us and gets out of the car we all freak out and all hide our pipes and crack. The cop got out of the car and asked the driver to roll the window down, and informed us that the park we were in was now closed and we had to leave. That was it, i couldn't believe it cause we were all cracked out high as fuck with pipes and dope on us and we were just asked to leave.
Another time i was in the passenger seat doing lines of coke off a book while the driver was driving when cops behind us puts the lights on getting us to pull over and stop. turns out the stupid fucking driver had a busted tail light, i freaked and hid the coke under the seat. The driver got a ticket and warning, that was it.
I am sure there were a few other times but those are the main ones that comes to mind.
Another time i was in the passenger seat doing lines of coke off a book while the driver was driving when cops behind us puts the lights on getting us to pull over and stop. turns out the stupid fucking driver had a busted tail light, i freaked and hid the coke under the seat. The driver got a ticket and warning, that was it.
I am sure there were a few other times but those are the main ones that comes to mind.
ProfessorGoad
Greenlighter
Then Julian and Bubbles had to bail out Rickey because he was the best at growing weed and they needed the money to feed the kitties or Lahey was going to unleash a shitnado.
Dr. J
Bluelight Crew
Have had several run-ins over the years, mostly back in my younger college days.
The most bone-headed was my bf and I leaving drunk from the only gay bar in Lincoln with me sneaking a full vodka/soda inside my coat to take with us. Instead of going home, which was a few blocks away, we were hungry, god damn it, and McDonald's was the only 24 hour place nearby. We were both drunk, me still sipping on the smuggled cocktail and my bf stops at an ATM, gets out $20, but as he's pulling it out, it rips in two.
So, with his headlights off, he turns left on a divided highway, only he turns into oncoming traffic, not quite getting far enough out on the turn. Of course, the first pair of headlights belong to a sheriff and we get pulled over. I hide my drink under the seat and the cop yells, "what the hell do you think you're doing driving down the wrong way of the highway with your headlights off?!" My bf put on his angry face and acted like he was pissed about the $20 bill that just got ripped in half and went on bitching about it was his last $20 and the cop was like, oh man, I'm sorry that happened. Just be careful, turn on your headlights and drive safe.
And on our way we went. Lucky we didn't get busted or kill anyone or ourselves in the process.
The most bone-headed was my bf and I leaving drunk from the only gay bar in Lincoln with me sneaking a full vodka/soda inside my coat to take with us. Instead of going home, which was a few blocks away, we were hungry, god damn it, and McDonald's was the only 24 hour place nearby. We were both drunk, me still sipping on the smuggled cocktail and my bf stops at an ATM, gets out $20, but as he's pulling it out, it rips in two.
So, with his headlights off, he turns left on a divided highway, only he turns into oncoming traffic, not quite getting far enough out on the turn. Of course, the first pair of headlights belong to a sheriff and we get pulled over. I hide my drink under the seat and the cop yells, "what the hell do you think you're doing driving down the wrong way of the highway with your headlights off?!" My bf put on his angry face and acted like he was pissed about the $20 bill that just got ripped in half and went on bitching about it was his last $20 and the cop was like, oh man, I'm sorry that happened. Just be careful, turn on your headlights and drive safe.
And on our way we went. Lucky we didn't get busted or kill anyone or ourselves in the process.
TheRapperGoneBad
Bluelighter
Driving while drunk is fucked up shit..
I hate cops once they get involved shit gets real.sketchy.
Crazy to see what alot of you have gotten away with tho and its good to see there are some lenient police out there cause once they arrest you your is life gets seriously fucked up.
I hate cops once they get involved shit gets real.sketchy.
Crazy to see what alot of you have gotten away with tho and its good to see there are some lenient police out there cause once they arrest you your is life gets seriously fucked up.
SirTophamHat
Bluelighter
well said. damn is it ever a thin line sometimes between cuffs and free arms... scary to think about almost.
Whosajiggawaaa
Bluelighter
All good actually, never caught a case, my record is silky smooth! I was caught more times than I remember as a kid(teens). But worst that happened is I got the shit beaten out of me. That and paying 50$ dollars per officer to overlook it. and having my drugs "confiscated" and pipes crushed by their boots.
omnipresenthuman
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One night in the suburbs when I was in high school me and a friend were cruising through random neighborhoods late at night smoking - I don't remember why it was so late this one night but it was around 11:30 to midnight when we turned into this one neighborhood that we normally didn't smoke in (we were hotboxing a good bit of weed and had plenty on us) and literally one or two streets down into the neighborhood we were passing a regular cul-de-sac but holy shit, there was a cop car just cruising along down that street with a fucking searchlight on for no reason. Well, as you can fucking expect, me and friend freak out - we were actively taking hits off the pipe and we weren't sure what the cop saw...so, we put down the pipe of weed on the car floor and I immediately backtrack in the neighborhood, mainly because I didn't know the layout of this specific place...well, of course, I have to bypass, again, the cop car with the searchlight that I had already went past...now that was some scary shit. The cop car had just been sitting still - I think he/she was still deciding what to do...I'm guessing they didn't actually see our weed pipe. The weird shit, though, was that me and my friend (obviously) decided to call it a night and I drove straight back to my friend's house, which was 5 min. away...but the whole way back, this fucking cop followed us. They turned their searchlight off but they were blatantly tailing us, keeping their distance but still close enough. They just wanted to see what the fuck we were going to do, I guess? Not really sure - I dropped my friend off and he was able to walk into his house and nothing happened. Then, when I drove the rest of the way to my house, the cop stopped following me...but yeah, I think when the cop saw my friend, who is the definition of suburban non-threatening white guy, get out of my car, they decided to call it quits. That was some suspicious ass shit by the cop though...just glad I hadn't gotten pulled over or my life would've been fucked at that point.
Also had some of my good friends from this same suburb go through a scarier experience...3 of them had gone to a local park to get baked with some joints. They parked their car in the lot, left some weed in the car under a napkin, and went into some woods close by to get high. Well, as luck would have it, the park closed while they were getting high. When they came back to their car, stoned as shit, a cop came out of nowhere and was like, 'What are you boys doing in this park after dark' or some bullshit like that...well, they obviously smelled like weed by now, so the cop said he had reasonable suspicion to search them. They didn't have shit on their bodies but then came the car search. The cop didn't have a dog but he did try to search the whole car, and fucking somehow, he didn't find the weed (it was like an 8th or something) that was just under this napkin. Somehow, someway, the cop missed it. All that ended up happening was that my friend who had his car searched had to call his mom for the cop to talk to - and yeah, the cop told her that her son had been smoking weed in the park after closing blah blah blah this big dumb warning. Anyway, they got off with a warning but my friend whose mom was called up really got fucked around at his house for a while after that...like, he wasn't trusted AT ALL for years after that.
Also had some of my good friends from this same suburb go through a scarier experience...3 of them had gone to a local park to get baked with some joints. They parked their car in the lot, left some weed in the car under a napkin, and went into some woods close by to get high. Well, as luck would have it, the park closed while they were getting high. When they came back to their car, stoned as shit, a cop came out of nowhere and was like, 'What are you boys doing in this park after dark' or some bullshit like that...well, they obviously smelled like weed by now, so the cop said he had reasonable suspicion to search them. They didn't have shit on their bodies but then came the car search. The cop didn't have a dog but he did try to search the whole car, and fucking somehow, he didn't find the weed (it was like an 8th or something) that was just under this napkin. Somehow, someway, the cop missed it. All that ended up happening was that my friend who had his car searched had to call his mom for the cop to talk to - and yeah, the cop told her that her son had been smoking weed in the park after closing blah blah blah this big dumb warning. Anyway, they got off with a warning but my friend whose mom was called up really got fucked around at his house for a while after that...like, he wasn't trusted AT ALL for years after that.
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