Thread: Tell me about your brushs with the law

I had to run from a party once a few years ago when I was underage, oh and a speeding ticket. Sorry, nothing major from me.

i was tackled, cuffed and put in a squad car for taking pictures in a mall.... among other things.

aside from that it's been tickets.

I ran from a beach party while inhibreated a couple months ago. People there were doing crack but i wasn't. Cops came with dogs and the whole nine yards. scared the living sheite outa me.

Um well.. there's been... nothing! Except I was best friends for many years with the daughter of a cop. He and a bunch of his cop buddies would get drunk at the house every weekend and be all inappropriate. Yeah. I guess you hadda been there.

I almost got caught draining Mr. Gates' bank account. lol j/k

Nah, I just got searched at school "For conspicuous behaviour" at school because someone reported a gun being on the grounds where I was. Of course, it was a female cop and I like to tell myself it was just because I have that effect on women .

Hmm, well, through an amazing stroke of irony, I got busted for jaywalking the one time I actually wasn't. Got off with a warning. Bitch was on a power trip... knew she had nothing on me.

I got in trouble with the law when I made a website a few years ago that was all about people I hated at school. One of the girls that was on my website phoned the police and said I was planning a masacre, which was totally untrue! Anyway, the police came to my house and asked a few questions, and that was it.
Also, I got in trouble once when I threatened to commit suicide, but the police were only trying to help me that time.

Where to start? Ok... where not to start.

No... not that one.

Nope.

Nah.

Well, I CAN tell you about two victories in court when I went alone up against somebody with an attorney and won both times. I didn't initiate either situation or move for the hearings.

But no... it just wasn't that entertaining.

Didn't return a school library book once.
They were all, like, "Give it back, please", and I was all, "No way, square! Books are gay!"

And...and then I went and got into some more shennanigans.

...I like books really. But it was about foiling the system, see?

I know the rest of you aren't innocent, fess up!

When I had just turned sixteen, I snuck out of my house at about 2:00 a.m. I had a friend with me. We went to pick up two other friends we had to sneak out and then went to a girl's house. The girl who lived there had three friends spending the night with her, so do the math. One of the girls there was the girlfriend of one of the guys who was with me. The girlfriend of my friend was expecting us, supposedly. I asked her boyfriend which window I needed to knock on, and he told me I should knock on the first one on the left side of the house, so I did. But guess who came to the window. The girl's father! Instead of hearing the voice of a sixteen year old girl ready for some action, I heard the voice of a grown man saying, "Who is it?!!!!! Who is it?!!!!!!" So we hauled ass away from there, and the dad came outside in his tighty whiteys and holding a shotgun. We ran for a while and then started walking again. We figured that the spend the night party must have ended up at the house of my friend's girlfriend, which was in the same neighborhood. As we were walking down the road many streets over at about 3:00 a.m., a cop car drove up to us. The car stopped right by us, and a cop got out of the car. He asked us what we were doing, and we said we were just walking around. He then asked us if our parents knew where we were, and we hesitated. Then he said, "Because I can find out in a second!" Then he made us get into the car. He drove us to the station. When we got there, he said we were there for "vagrancy" and said we could leave if just one parent of one of us came and picked us up. Another friend, the guy who was spending the night with me, called his father to pick us up. When the father got there, he was pissing fire. He dropped off our other two friends and told them to tell their parents what happened and that he would be talking to them about it later. He made me spend the night at his house and call my father to tell him I was there, since I lived way away from their house. That was one of the worst moments of my teen years. I called my father and told him where I was, and his response was, "I thought you were here!" My major thought was that he was going to find the pillows we had left under the covers to make it look like we were there. That turned out to be what pissed off my dad more than anything else.

The next day, my friend's parents drove me to my house. My dad was so pissed off he was almost speechless. He made me do yard work the entire day for punishment, but after that it was as if it had never even happened.

At my ten year high school reunion, I talked to the girl who lived at the house where I knocked on the window. I tried to talk about it like it was a funny memory, which I assumed it would be for her too. When I brought it up, she said, "Yeah! My mother was talking about that today." I said, "Really?" She said, "Yeah!" and immediately walked away in a pissed off way. What a stupid bitch.

I have a few more of these to tell, but right now I am drunk and lazy. Good night.

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When I was twelve there was this awesome, tiny little abandoned house on a corner near me. Pretty small, and partially boarded up. It used to belong to this awesome Cherokee lady who told the coolest stories ever, but she got evicted for some reason or another several years back (I still don't know why). Anyway, a semi-vagrant group of three (illegal) Mexican immigrants moved in for a couple of months, but were deported pretty soon after (They were assholes, anyway). After that, the house sat empty for about three years. On the way home from my school we'd hang out in the garage in back, which was missing one wall and looked rather like a half-collapsed barn you'd see off the side of the freeway in the middle of Wyoming. There was a couch we could sit on, an absolutely disgusting mattress we refused to touch (we knew it had been urinated on at least twelve or thirteen times by a drunk neighbor) and all sorts of interesting and totally worthless gadgets and tools in benches in the back. Parts of plugs and old broken radio tubes and such. So we'd mess with things and make junk sculptures and whatnot.

Onto the "brush with the law" part. After all those years of abandonment, some bureaucrats came and boarded it up with a sign out front and on the door saying it was closed until further notice by the health department. Why they decided to all of a sudden was a mystery to us, because nothing had changed in the last three years, we knew because we'd hung out there the whole time. So, one January morning, we decided to go figure out why it was closed. Two friends and I grabbed a couple of tire irons and a two-way radio (because we had another friend who was too chicken to come but wanted to hear what was happening), and we headed over there. To give you an idea of the area, there was an empty field about four hundred feet long by a hundred feet deep, with the house on the corner of the street and the field extending behind and to the side of it. We went to the back door to be less conspicuous, though that really didn't mean much, considering the entire surrounding was empty of trees and bushes and covered in white, while we were all wearing green and black coats.
So we try the back door, and it's obviously locked, so we get out the tire irons and start trying to pry open the door. Took about thirty seconds before a passing police officer pulled up into the field next to us and asked what we were doing. In retrospect, he was mildly amused, but not angry, but at the time, I was terrified of him. He asked for one of my friend's address and phone number (he gave him a fake, though I'm sure he wasn't fooled), then told us to go home.
Seeing as how I was twelve, living in a ridiculously quiet town, I was never in any real danger of criminal charges, but I still never hung out there again. Which is a pity, because I really wished I'd saved some of the cooler junk from the garage...

I got picked up for cycling drunk on a six-lane freeway at 2:00a.m.

Me and some friends had just finished smoking weed in a forest. We were blown out of our minds.

We walked out of the forest, and my friend was still putting the weed and peice in his pocket. There was a police car making a circle. It stopped, Turned towards us, and slowly crept forward.

I told my friends not to panic, just keep walking. No response, so i turned around and they were already halfway to the forest!

So, i sprinted to catch up and fell about six times.

At the other side of the forest was my friend's house. My friend's mom was pulling out of her house. She stopped to say hey, and obviously knew what we were doing.

Then we went to our favorite food place and ate.

Originally Posted by b12

I told my friends not to panic, just keep walking. No response, so i turned around and they were already halfway to the forest!

So, i sprinted to catch up and fell about six times.

LMAO!!

Originally Posted by Universal Mind

When I had just turned sixteen, I snuck out of my house at about 2:00 a.m. I had a friend with me. We went to pick up two other friends we had to sneak out and then went to a girl's house. The girl who lived there had three friends spending the night with her, so do the math. One of the girls there was the girlfriend of one of the guys who was with me. The girlfriend of my friend was expecting us, supposedly. I asked her boyfriend which window I needed to knock on, and he told me I should knock on the first one on the left side of the house, so I did. But guess who came to the window. The girl's father! Instead of hearing the voice of a sixteen year old girl ready for some action, I heard the voice of a grown man saying, "Who is it?!!!!! Who is it?!!!!!!" So we hauled ass away from there, and the dad came outside in his tighty whiteys and holding a shotgun. We ran for a while and then started walking again. We figured that the spend the night party must have ended up at the house of my friend's girlfriend, which was in the same neighborhood. As we were walking down the road many streets over at about 3:00 a.m., a cop car drove up to us. The car stopped right by us, and a cop got out of the car. He asked us what we were doing, and we said we were just walking around. He then asked us if our parents knew where we were, and we hesitated. Then he said, "Because I can find out in a second!" Then he made us get into the car. He drove us to the station. When we got there, he said we were there for "vagrancy" and said we could leave if just one parent of one of us came and picked us up. Another friend, the guy who was spending the night with me, called his father to pick us up. When the father got there, he was pissing fire. He dropped off our other two friends and told them to tell their parents what happened and that he would be talking to them about it later. He made me spend the night at his house and call my father to tell him I was there, since I lived way away from their house. That was one of the worst moments of my teen years. I called my father and told him where I was, and his response was, "I thought you were here!" My major thought was that he was going to find the pillows we had left under the covers to make it look like we were there. That turned out to be what pissed off my dad more than anything else.

The next day, my friend's parents drove me to my house. My dad was so pissed off he was almost speechless. He made me do yard work the entire day for punishment, but after that it was as if it had never even happened.

At my ten year high school reunion, I talked to the girl who lived at the house where I knocked on the window. I tried to talk about it like it was a funny memory, which I assumed it would be for her too. When I brought it up, she said, "Yeah! My mother was talking about that today." I said, "Really?" She said, "Yeah!" and immediately walked away in a pissed off way. What a stupid bitch.

I have a few more of these to tell, but right now I am drunk and lazy. Good night.

Do you live in Insane-land?

Originally Posted by Marvo

Do you live in Insane-land?

Yes, Mississippi.

When I was in high-school me and a few friends broke into my old middle school, via an open window accessed from the roof. the halls had motion sensitive lights, so we lit the building up by walking around it, but didn't think anyone would notice or care, as it was three am. well, somebody saw it and thought it was odd, so they called the cops.
we were in the gym playing basketball, and the ball got stuck on top of the bleachers. my friend climbed up to get the ball, and looked out a high window, and immediately jumped down and started running, yelling "COPS!". so we all ran seperate ways. I ran outside, turned a corner and was face to face with 2 cops, without thinking i instinctively turned around and started booking it the other way. the 2 cops followed. turned into a foot chase, they were like 20 feet behind me when I hopped a fence, ran thru backyards and lost them. they were right behind me for a good 5 minutes though, shit was intense.

I've had to run from police at least 8 times while painting graffiti, also. but never with them tight on my tail like they were that time.

and i've been arrested once, for geting into a fight with a police officer. all charges were dropped, though, when I was able to prove it was self defense.

I haven't had any real run-ins with the law. The closest was when I was riding my bike, a couple of police stopped me to ask about a nearby robbery and they pointed out I didn't have a light on my bike.

Got a warning for riding my bike without a helmet :p

I also almost got my ass jailed for trying to bring a crossbow into the country (I didn't declare it at customs.... they found it anyway)

Also, once a park ranger showed up when my friend and I were setting off illegal fireworks at a marsh. He parked his car right next to our bikes and got out and started to walk around calling for us to reveal ourselves. We waited for forty minutes, pressd against the rocks on the side of a body of water, until he was in a position where we could safely run to our bikes and escape.

Me and my friend were bored so we went outside and we had a hammer because we wanted to smash something. There was this car that had an ipod in it and the window looked weak.

The car was in between two roads right.

So we go up to the car and we take the hammer and my friend tries to work up the courage to smash it he is swinging his arm and then pulling it back and so forth.

I take the hammer and i'm really determined and then i begin to lunge at the window when a police car comes on one side of the road with its lights on.

I was only a few inches from the window and i was gonna do it!

then on the other road that is across from us onother cop car comes on the other raod across from us and we are inbetween two cop cars. good thing it was night.

I fumbled with the hammer and put it in my jacket and we kept on biking...

I got pulled over once for "failure to come to a complete stop at a stop sign."

I also got pulled over for driving down the bar street and actually using my turn signal (no one in this town uses their turn signals!) the cop thought I was drunk and being overly cautious. But I'd really just gotten off of work.

And once I ran from the cops, got chased by dogs, hid in some lady's car. It was parked in her garage. She even came in and didn't even notice me crouched there. But that was all because I was suicidal.

Oh yeah, it's illegal in my state to have sex in any other way than a married heterosexual couple in missionary position. So I've broken those laws a ton of times!

Oh, when I was younger, at school, people tried to frame me for stealing over $2000 worth of equipment. True story - the cops came round and tried to interrogate me and trick me into spilling the beans.

Needless to say, I didn't do anything.

Apart from that nothing much.