Poll: How many of you have been arrested?
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No I have never been arrested, but there was a lot of dawn raids on my next door neighbours house. It wasn't fun, being woken up at 4am because the cops were raiding next door for drugs. Thankfully that has now stopped now that the neighbours have moved away.
Arrested for not having driver's license on me and having an open bottle of wine in the back seat. Charges dropped the next morning after I was released but I still had to pay to get the car out of hock...
I got picked up for curfew once. Not arrested, just driven home after they filled out some paperwork. This was?.. About 5 years ago now, huh. Or wait.. Was it? For the life of me I don?t remember if it was the same year I got a gun pulled on me by a cop or the year before (I?ll tell that in a moment). I think it was the year before, so a bit more than 4 years ago.
Edit: Well, it seems I?m bad at keeping stories short.
Neither is much of a story. I was in? 8th grade. There?s a festival each year just outside of where my house is that was hosted by the city of Chicago and the old town school of folk music (folk and roots festival, can?t remember what they call it now). So, in about 6th grade, I set up a small stand and sold cookies at this festival just outside of the entrance on a street corner, using my dad?s recipe (they?re pretty damn good).
A couple years later, a friend was helping me out, and after the final day of the weekend-long festival we went out to buy some cola from the jewel down the street. Some police monitoring the area while the festival was packed up picked us up, since we didn?t know when curfew was exactly (we missed it by about 5 minutes). They filled out their paperwork and brought us home, at which point we gave them some leftover cookies (since they were very cordial about the whole affair).
20 minutes later the door-bell rang and there they were with a 2 liter bottle of coke for us. Yay for the innocence of adolescence!
And since I rambled on for that story, I?ll try keep the second one brief. A different friend of mine had a somewhat, tumultuous childhood up until that point, so his mother was pretty protective. One evening, he came over to my house to hang out, but we were pretty tired for whatever reason and fell asleep almost immediately.
Now, we forgot to check in before falling asleep, but you have to wonder why neither of my brothers picked up the phone when the same person called repeatedly for 2 hours straight after 10pm on a Friday (they were up later than I playing videogames). Turns out she thought her son was kidnapped, and had called the police. Of course he was fine, but since I walked out to meet the police and explain first while my friend was waking up, it was an? interesting experience to have a visibly tense cop with a gun out asking you where someone is (I think. The exact words are lost on me). My friend walked out almost immediately after though, so nothing bad happened.
It?s now a running joke among my friends that if anything bad ever happens to me, the Chicago police already know where I live. No police action since then though.
Edit: Well, it seems I?m bad at keeping stories short.
Neither is much of a story. I was in? 8th grade. There?s a festival each year just outside of where my house is that was hosted by the city of Chicago and the old town school of folk music (folk and roots festival, can?t remember what they call it now). So, in about 6th grade, I set up a small stand and sold cookies at this festival just outside of the entrance on a street corner, using my dad?s recipe (they?re pretty damn good).
A couple years later, a friend was helping me out, and after the final day of the weekend-long festival we went out to buy some cola from the jewel down the street. Some police monitoring the area while the festival was packed up picked us up, since we didn?t know when curfew was exactly (we missed it by about 5 minutes). They filled out their paperwork and brought us home, at which point we gave them some leftover cookies (since they were very cordial about the whole affair).
20 minutes later the door-bell rang and there they were with a 2 liter bottle of coke for us. Yay for the innocence of adolescence!
And since I rambled on for that story, I?ll try keep the second one brief. A different friend of mine had a somewhat, tumultuous childhood up until that point, so his mother was pretty protective. One evening, he came over to my house to hang out, but we were pretty tired for whatever reason and fell asleep almost immediately.
Now, we forgot to check in before falling asleep, but you have to wonder why neither of my brothers picked up the phone when the same person called repeatedly for 2 hours straight after 10pm on a Friday (they were up later than I playing videogames). Turns out she thought her son was kidnapped, and had called the police. Of course he was fine, but since I walked out to meet the police and explain first while my friend was waking up, it was an? interesting experience to have a visibly tense cop with a gun out asking you where someone is (I think. The exact words are lost on me). My friend walked out almost immediately after though, so nothing bad happened.
It?s now a running joke among my friends that if anything bad ever happens to me, the Chicago police already know where I live. No police action since then though.
Drunk and disorderly fine years ago, that's really about it.
Although about a month ago I did get woken up by 3 police officers. Someone had reported seeing a body outside a building and they came to investigate. In retrospect, a drainage ditch between a wall and a hedge, next to a building entrance, probably wasn't the best place to kip. Should have gone with the hedge down the street my mate had chosen.
Although about a month ago I did get woken up by 3 police officers. Someone had reported seeing a body outside a building and they came to investigate. In retrospect, a drainage ditch between a wall and a hedge, next to a building entrance, probably wasn't the best place to kip. Should have gone with the hedge down the street my mate had chosen.
Nope. Never been fined either. I think I've only ever talked to a police man once in my life when I went to the station to get a proof of good conduct for a job. I live in a quiet town where I'm lucky to see a cop once a month. 
Yep, quite a few times actually. Mainly when I was in my early teens and would get drunk with friends, actin' the fool and doing stupid things like 'Hedge-hopping', 'Knocker-door run', 'Shopping Trolley Racing', Filling the public fountain with bubble bath and once when we tied about 60 shaving-foamed-filled rubber gloves to car exhausts in a supermarket carpark, watching them inflate to about 40 times their size and blowing up. Worth it if I'm honest.
A few more times since I became an 'adult', but it comes with the territory of having a hobby that involves vandalism and breaking and entry.
A few more times since I became an 'adult', but it comes with the territory of having a hobby that involves vandalism and breaking and entry.
When I was 11, I was arrested for walking out of a grocery store with nothing more than an an unpaid Hallmark card. I shit you not. & the grocery store banned me too. Never let it be said that the law in Nevada goes soft soft on little white girls.
There was a time where I woke up at 8 o'clock at night every day. At around 11-12AM, I would go to a friends and there would be some weed waiting for me. We would get high and play video games. I did this quite often.
There was one night in particular where I got so fucking high, that whilst walking down the street, I couldn't stop laughing at myself. I was constantly grinning. I looked forward and noticed a police van driving down towards me. I almost had a heart attack. They pull up beside me, roll down the window and say "Are you Jason?" I respond with "No?". They asked if I was missing because they got a call about somebody called Jason being missing. I said "No no. I'm on my home now. I went to a friends to pick up my Playstation controller."
Right then, as I pull out the PS3 controller to show them, the last of the weed that I was keeping for when I got home fell out of my pocket. I had noticed it, they had noticed it. There was no way out of this. So in my mind, I start sprinting down the street as fast as I can. Were talking super Sonic speed here.
But of course, in reality, I was just strolling down the street. Before I knew it, I was on the ground being cuffed.
Don't do drugs kids.
There was one night in particular where I got so fucking high, that whilst walking down the street, I couldn't stop laughing at myself. I was constantly grinning. I looked forward and noticed a police van driving down towards me. I almost had a heart attack. They pull up beside me, roll down the window and say "Are you Jason?" I respond with "No?". They asked if I was missing because they got a call about somebody called Jason being missing. I said "No no. I'm on my home now. I went to a friends to pick up my Playstation controller."
Right then, as I pull out the PS3 controller to show them, the last of the weed that I was keeping for when I got home fell out of my pocket. I had noticed it, they had noticed it. There was no way out of this. So in my mind, I start sprinting down the street as fast as I can. Were talking super Sonic speed here.
But of course, in reality, I was just strolling down the street. Before I knew it, I was on the ground being cuffed.
Don't do drugs kids.
Arrested three times. The other times I could have and did not are more interesting. Oddly enough most of the cops that let me go were the dicks. The ones that arrested me were just doing their jobs.
Arrested thrice. Once for marijuana possession (four months after the incident took place, with no Miranda rights read to me), and once for a long-overdue payment on a parking ticket. The last time was for "assault" -- no assault took place, and the charges were eventually dropped after I languished in jail for two days.
I'm a small fry compared to a lot of the people I used to hang out with.
I'm a small fry compared to a lot of the people I used to hang out with.
I nearly got slanged once. Story follows:
Me and one of my mates were strolling through the streets of our home town one fine evening when we heard gunshots. The neighbourhood we lived in was not a shooting sort of neighbourhood but we both recognize the sound of gunfire when we hear it. Being 20 year old fools (how naïve we were!) we went to investigate- only to find a bobby sprawled out on the sidewalk with two gunshot wounds in his chest. A car was screeching away in the distance. At the time we didn't know what was what but it turned out that the driver of the car had nailed the bobby before making a run for it. Still being naïve 20 year olds (and this was before cell phones were everywhere, mind), we decided to try to help the bobby. My friend got to work on first aid with a kit he pulled from the copper's wagon while I fiddled with the radio to get help. It didn't work but the shooting was heard by other bystanders who raised the local station. In minutes three other wagons had arrived and bobbies were spilling out everywhere. They saw my mate kneeling over their wounded brother and knocked him flat in an instant and had him slanged before I could get out of the car and explain things to them. When I tried, they turned out to not care very much and slanged me as well!
Off the two of us went to the gaol and there we stayed for a night before a DI showed up in the early morning to take our statements. luckily for us, the wounded bobby had recovered right quick during the previous night and had enough control of his senses and memory to lay out the score about the two of us. So the rest of the force let us walk later that afternoon with a few heartfelt slaps on the back and an invitation to drop in for a pint or two whenever we wanted. They even dropped the fine they'd laid on my head for fiddling with their radio!
A good experience for everyone, in other words!
Me and one of my mates were strolling through the streets of our home town one fine evening when we heard gunshots. The neighbourhood we lived in was not a shooting sort of neighbourhood but we both recognize the sound of gunfire when we hear it. Being 20 year old fools (how naïve we were!) we went to investigate- only to find a bobby sprawled out on the sidewalk with two gunshot wounds in his chest. A car was screeching away in the distance. At the time we didn't know what was what but it turned out that the driver of the car had nailed the bobby before making a run for it. Still being naïve 20 year olds (and this was before cell phones were everywhere, mind), we decided to try to help the bobby. My friend got to work on first aid with a kit he pulled from the copper's wagon while I fiddled with the radio to get help. It didn't work but the shooting was heard by other bystanders who raised the local station. In minutes three other wagons had arrived and bobbies were spilling out everywhere. They saw my mate kneeling over their wounded brother and knocked him flat in an instant and had him slanged before I could get out of the car and explain things to them. When I tried, they turned out to not care very much and slanged me as well!
Off the two of us went to the gaol and there we stayed for a night before a DI showed up in the early morning to take our statements. luckily for us, the wounded bobby had recovered right quick during the previous night and had enough control of his senses and memory to lay out the score about the two of us. So the rest of the force let us walk later that afternoon with a few heartfelt slaps on the back and an invitation to drop in for a pint or two whenever we wanted. They even dropped the fine they'd laid on my head for fiddling with their radio!
A good experience for everyone, in other words!
That doesn't necessarily follow, though.smithy_2045 said:
Now, you shouldn't be convicted if you are, but arrested and later released is a different matter.
Can't say I ever was, though I've lost count of the number of close shaves my sister had. She kinda freaked out and smashed the front to our stove, she was cuffed and taken away and I think she may have spent a day or two in juvie. I don't know, the specifics were never explained to me that well. She certainly was in and out of court a lot. Not just for that, for a whole lot of shit she was doing, disappearing overnight, underage drinking, smoking weed. I mean, I'm open to the idea of legalizing weed, but when you're in hot water like she is and you've got people keeping an eye on you for stuff like that, you're just being stupid.
Not sure if you live in the US, but it happens all the time there. It's an unfortunate part of the justice system.smithy_2045 said:
Consider yourself lucky you've never had to deal with an overzealous or outright corrupt police force.