Have you (or anyone you know) ever been arrested?
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Not arrested, but damn close.
Some friends of mine had a fencing club outdoors. The club leader, Andrew, got there early so he started playing his game boy. 10 minutes later the cops show up, tell him to freeze, hands in the air, etc. He had no idea what was going on, all he was doing was playing Game Boy.
After a bit, the cops loosened up, and realized that they had probably been misled. So they tell him what this was all about. Apparently, they had gotten a call from some lady who was walking down the street who claimed that he was masturbating in public. What she saw was some strange hand movements down by his waist (he's farsighted, so he had to keep his Game Boy a decent distance away) since there were bushes in the way blocking his lower body.
I still don't know what to say about all this.
Some friends of mine had a fencing club outdoors. The club leader, Andrew, got there early so he started playing his game boy. 10 minutes later the cops show up, tell him to freeze, hands in the air, etc. He had no idea what was going on, all he was doing was playing Game Boy.
After a bit, the cops loosened up, and realized that they had probably been misled. So they tell him what this was all about. Apparently, they had gotten a call from some lady who was walking down the street who claimed that he was masturbating in public. What she saw was some strange hand movements down by his waist (he's farsighted, so he had to keep his Game Boy a decent distance away) since there were bushes in the way blocking his lower body.
I still don't know what to say about all this.
I acted aggressively towards an officer. I assaulted him and threatened him. He asked me what I had been drink and/or if there was something else in my blood. I said it was none of his fucking business and he turned all Judge Dredd on me. We argued and when he wanted to forcefully make me follow him I snapped. Stupid mistake. I should had just tried to walk away or totally ignored him.
A classmate of mine (whom we'll call CA for reasons I won't explain) was arrested for making a fraudulent purchase with a stolen credit card. Here's what happened:
Following a spat with his Mom that ended with her taking away his Nintendo64, CA told me in class that he'd recently stolen a credit card out of a random mailbox. He told me of his plans to use the card to buy himself another N64. So, to quote my repetition of his story out loud, for my sake, his sake, and the entertainment of everyone around us, "So, you stole a credit card out of someone's mailbox, and you're going to use that person's credit card--without their prior knowledge or consent--to buy yourself a Nintendo 64... on someone else's dime."
CA then proceeded to deny the 'dishonest' and 'immoral' aspect of his deed with a train-wreck of logic that went something like this: The card was being delivered to someone who may or may not have actually been expecting their card to arrive. CA would use the card to buy the N64, walk casually out of the store, and reap the benefits of his deed while the would-be recipient of the card would receive a bill in the mail he would neither recognize nor agree to. He would then take up this matter with the credit card company, whose investigation would more than likely show that indeed the would-be cardholder had not actually made the purchase in question and therefore would not be penalized or made responsible for the charge. The debt would be forgiven, CA would get his N64, and the only people really hurt by the transaction would be the retailer and, by extension, Nintendo. Essentially, it was the Napster argument (record labels make lots of money, therefore wouldn't mind some of it going missing).
To put this in perspective, this happened circa 1996: Identity Theft as a term hadn't yet entered the public consciousness, and credit card security was far more lax back then than it is now; you could use a credit card at a major retailer without ever being asked for so much as an ID.
Next thing I know, CA is no longer in class. A friend of his sits down next to me and asks if I've heard what happened. I said no, and here's what I was told happened: CA had gone to a local retailer, brought his N64 to the electronics counter, he was not so much as asked for an ID (to also put the security issue in perspective, the name on the card was allegedly a woman's name) or any sort of confirmation. The card was swiped, the receipt was printed, and CA seemed in the clear, ready to walk out the door with his new N64. Then, his stupidity caught up with him: The cashier handed the card back to CA, only for CA to put up his hand and say, "that's okay, I don't need it anymore."
We're going to repeat the statement... because it bears repeating: The cashier went ahead with the transaction, put the N64 in a nice little bag, handed it to CA, along with the printed receipt, then went to give him his card back after swiping it, only to have CA say, in plain english, and with full ignorant-fueled confidence, "that's okay, I don't need it anymore."
I don't really remember what happened following, if CA ever came back to school or if I ever saw him again, but I know he paid for his crime.
Following a spat with his Mom that ended with her taking away his Nintendo64, CA told me in class that he'd recently stolen a credit card out of a random mailbox. He told me of his plans to use the card to buy himself another N64. So, to quote my repetition of his story out loud, for my sake, his sake, and the entertainment of everyone around us, "So, you stole a credit card out of someone's mailbox, and you're going to use that person's credit card--without their prior knowledge or consent--to buy yourself a Nintendo 64... on someone else's dime."
CA then proceeded to deny the 'dishonest' and 'immoral' aspect of his deed with a train-wreck of logic that went something like this: The card was being delivered to someone who may or may not have actually been expecting their card to arrive. CA would use the card to buy the N64, walk casually out of the store, and reap the benefits of his deed while the would-be recipient of the card would receive a bill in the mail he would neither recognize nor agree to. He would then take up this matter with the credit card company, whose investigation would more than likely show that indeed the would-be cardholder had not actually made the purchase in question and therefore would not be penalized or made responsible for the charge. The debt would be forgiven, CA would get his N64, and the only people really hurt by the transaction would be the retailer and, by extension, Nintendo. Essentially, it was the Napster argument (record labels make lots of money, therefore wouldn't mind some of it going missing).
To put this in perspective, this happened circa 1996: Identity Theft as a term hadn't yet entered the public consciousness, and credit card security was far more lax back then than it is now; you could use a credit card at a major retailer without ever being asked for so much as an ID.
Next thing I know, CA is no longer in class. A friend of his sits down next to me and asks if I've heard what happened. I said no, and here's what I was told happened: CA had gone to a local retailer, brought his N64 to the electronics counter, he was not so much as asked for an ID (to also put the security issue in perspective, the name on the card was allegedly a woman's name) or any sort of confirmation. The card was swiped, the receipt was printed, and CA seemed in the clear, ready to walk out the door with his new N64. Then, his stupidity caught up with him: The cashier handed the card back to CA, only for CA to put up his hand and say, "that's okay, I don't need it anymore."
We're going to repeat the statement... because it bears repeating: The cashier went ahead with the transaction, put the N64 in a nice little bag, handed it to CA, along with the printed receipt, then went to give him his card back after swiping it, only to have CA say, in plain english, and with full ignorant-fueled confidence, "that's okay, I don't need it anymore."
I don't really remember what happened following, if CA ever came back to school or if I ever saw him again, but I know he paid for his crime.
Oh hell yeah. It was a fair cop though, and they gave us the best food we'd had all weekend...pie and chips with some cake for afters! Community service was a bit of a drag but painting aint too bad and I met some useful people. Got me out of jury service too...result!
I know very few people who haven't been arrested. Recounting it all would take a long time.
I know very few people who haven't been arrested. Recounting it all would take a long time.
Me for possesion of deadly weapon on school grounds. And my friend for possesion of like 4 grams and possesion of a bowl and rolling papers and 3 bong and a butterfly knife on school ground and being a drug dealer gess wat happened to him he got expelled and sentenced to juvie for three months and payroll then house arrest and then probation.
One of my best friends in college got arrested for possession and trespassing along with two other guys who put all the possession onto him. They were laughing at him about how they were going to be getting out soon and he was going to be stuck there for days because thier bails were only like $100 each and his was $1200. I got all my friends together and we had him out within a couple of hours. We left the other two in there to rot.
A couple of years later I was letting the girl I was dating drive us around town in my car. We got pulled over for 'suspicion' and come to find out, her license was expired. While the cops were searching my vehicle (I had nothing to hide) they kept badgering her till she finally said something like "I hate cops." She was arrested, humiliated, strip-searched alongside several others, and even though I had beaten her to the jailhouse with her bail, they still took thier time processing her. Around six hours. My girlfriend had never felt as violated as she did with those cops, and she was a stripper.
Around the same time as that, I was out driving around with a bunch of my friends. Not really a whole lot to do in Daytona at night except party or drive the strip. There was about nine of us piled into my Blazer and we did finally end up partying at one of our houses for awhile. Anyways, at about 3a.m. I'm finally wrapping up dropping everyone off at thier houses and was heading home. The last person I'm dropping off lives just a couple of streets over from me. While sitting in my Blazer, making sure he makes it into his house, a squad car drives by and shines thier strobe on him. Weird. Anyways, the cops disappear and I continue home. As I'm parking in front of my parent's house, they pull up behind me with thier lights flashing. They ask me some questions about the night, who I was with, where we went, stuff like that. Then they ask to search my vehicle which I agree to. They find my boxknife from work, a pair of gloves (I'm fom OK where it does get cold), and a flashlight (I always keep a flashlight and a blanket in my vehicle just in case.) Supposedly this is enough for them to arrest me for whatever it is they think I did.
So they cuff me and throw me in the back of thier car and we head back to my friend's house a few streets over. They go up to his door and his mother answers and invited them in. Now, it's 3a.m., I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt, sitting on a hard plastic seat with my hands cuffed in cold metal, and they left thier windows down. I sat in that freezer of a car for about three hours, but it seemed like three weeks. Finally they come back out, took me back home, and apologized for thier mistake. Luckily I got home before my parents woke up.
Later I found out that my friend's mom had made them hot cocoa and chocolate chip cookies and that's why they had taken so long in his house. I was pissed.
A couple of years later I was letting the girl I was dating drive us around town in my car. We got pulled over for 'suspicion' and come to find out, her license was expired. While the cops were searching my vehicle (I had nothing to hide) they kept badgering her till she finally said something like "I hate cops." She was arrested, humiliated, strip-searched alongside several others, and even though I had beaten her to the jailhouse with her bail, they still took thier time processing her. Around six hours. My girlfriend had never felt as violated as she did with those cops, and she was a stripper.
Around the same time as that, I was out driving around with a bunch of my friends. Not really a whole lot to do in Daytona at night except party or drive the strip. There was about nine of us piled into my Blazer and we did finally end up partying at one of our houses for awhile. Anyways, at about 3a.m. I'm finally wrapping up dropping everyone off at thier houses and was heading home. The last person I'm dropping off lives just a couple of streets over from me. While sitting in my Blazer, making sure he makes it into his house, a squad car drives by and shines thier strobe on him. Weird. Anyways, the cops disappear and I continue home. As I'm parking in front of my parent's house, they pull up behind me with thier lights flashing. They ask me some questions about the night, who I was with, where we went, stuff like that. Then they ask to search my vehicle which I agree to. They find my boxknife from work, a pair of gloves (I'm fom OK where it does get cold), and a flashlight (I always keep a flashlight and a blanket in my vehicle just in case.) Supposedly this is enough for them to arrest me for whatever it is they think I did.
So they cuff me and throw me in the back of thier car and we head back to my friend's house a few streets over. They go up to his door and his mother answers and invited them in. Now, it's 3a.m., I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt, sitting on a hard plastic seat with my hands cuffed in cold metal, and they left thier windows down. I sat in that freezer of a car for about three hours, but it seemed like three weeks. Finally they come back out, took me back home, and apologized for thier mistake. Luckily I got home before my parents woke up.
Later I found out that my friend's mom had made them hot cocoa and chocolate chip cookies and that's why they had taken so long in his house. I was pissed.