How many times have you been arrested?

Good TiMes!
before the arrest

 

He's got my vote.

 

i like him too (not gay)

i wanted to invite him fishing when he was in topsail this spring

prolly should have

 

You have idiocracy all wrong, that is what happens when the dumb breed more than the smart, they even say that was the cause of the mass stupidity in the beginning of the movie. Idiocracy was ahead of its time and should be categorized under documentary instead of comedy. The masses can not dictate anything for the masses have many voices, the masses can however vote on policy or decide as a group on policy and you would call that a democracy.

 

Once for DUI, ended up pounding beers with friends at a sports bar watching the NCAA Final Four and then thought it was a good idea to race a friend in his sports car. Ended up passing a cop on a long bridge doing 100+ mph, his lights came on and I made him follow me all the way till the end of the bridge and entirely off the exit and onto a side road to make sure I was getting my money's worth. 10 - 12k in Lawyer fees, fines, and a bunch of community service, probation, a 4-5hr MADD class, DUI school, and carrying around a general sense of being a loser for about 2yrs. Worst part of my life to date.

 

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Being that I might be looking for a job in the near future I hope I don't regret this...names changed to protect the guilty.

First time The Law showed up and wanted to talk to Mom I was somewhere b\t 4 and 7 yrs old. We lived on a dead end street and people would drive down in the night and dump stuff off (nice). Me and the kid that lived behind me found a bunch of coke bottles someone had dumped and we had a blast smashing them in the street. Po po rolled up and we bailed into the woods. They went straight to my door. I was banned from playing with John John after that. The first but not the last time the fuzz showed up at Mom's door.

No run ins after that until I hit my teens. Although we'd get so bored that we'd make the cops think we'd done something just to get them to chase us. We knew they came around the neighborhood at 7 and 11pm so we'd just wait and when we saw them we'd take off running even if we hadn't done anything. After a while they didn't even bother to get out and chase us anymore.

Was 15 and had an older friend that could drive, had a fake ID, and had a car (you could buy beer at 19 back then). His care was a POS old 4 door all white Ford Fairmont. I was a budding artist at the time so he brought it over and I painted the crap out of it. Bunch of skate stuff, Bad Dog, etc...a big Ghost Busters logo on each door. Then being the geniuses we were we grabbed some beers and went riding around. I think we got about 5 miles before we got pulled. I stuffed my beer under the seat. Got popped anyways. Instead of just paying the fine I went to court. Smart, real smart. Judge Judy brought the hammer down and I ended up doing community serv, drug/alky classes, etc. The alky classes were a joke, a bunch of old heroin addicts that were past done. The guy running it was cool, though, ex-Hells Angels guy that was cool to talk to.

 

Next time was when I was 17 and had a party. This prick partied at my house then came back later when everyone was passed out and ripped me off. Took the vcr, stereo, etc. Cops were useless. I figured out who it was and told em; they didn't do a damn thing. I tracked the guy down, he was a year older and outweighed me by at least 20lbs. Told him to bring my stuff back and its all good. He was all apologetic, "I was wasted" blah blah blag whatever dude just bring my stuff back. Said he'd bring it Tuesday. Pulled a no-show. Saw him again at school. Said he'd bring it Friday. Another no-show. Went to his house Sat. He wasn't there, told his mom, "Richard borrowed my stereo and vcr and I need it back". She let me in and I went in and unhooked everything in his bedroom and loaded up and left. Saw him at a party that night. He's like "Hey man I saw you got your stuff back, wanna go burn one?" "No, I'm going to beat your ass." We went to the street and I decked him. My bro was up the street and said it sounded like someone breaking a 2x4 when I popped him. He was rolling around in the street saying "orn mry jarwwwr". A month later my Mom gets woken up by the po po with a warrant for failure to appear for a court date I didn't even know I had for assault on this jackhole. Couple months later I met this hot chick at a party and hooked up. She tells me her parents are OOT and wants to head back to her place, but we have to drop her boyfriend off. Guess who? She made him sit in the back. He didn't say s*t. She broke up with him the next day and we hung out for a couple weeks.

Next one (still 17) was in Myrtle Beach for Spring Break. Rented a house in my name, just called em and sent a check, they never even asked how old I was. We f'ing destroyed that place. I could write a whole short story about the things that went on there. Fire extinguisher fights, carpet set on fire, door ripped off its hinges. Then on the most mellow night we had the entire week we get raided by like 8 cop cars at once. Everyone bails out windows and stuff, but I figured I had to stay as it was in my name and all my stuff was there. I'm in cuffs acting like a total a** to the cops figuring everyone got away and they'd bail me out. Then they find one of my boys (Will) passed out in a bedroom and drag him out. We're both in cuffs. Then out of the top bedroom comes a cop with Ted in front of him. The cop has 3 bongs and is hounding Ted, "where's the dope at? where's the dope at?" He just keeps laughing his a** off saying "Trust me, we done smoked it all. We smoked everrrrrrrrrrrry bit. I'm sooooooooo high right now." Cop has a bag with pills in it, another cop says "what's that? cocaine?". I say "read the f'ing pill genius, it says tylenol on it". They couldn't find anything else other than booze, then they figure out we're all under age and can't take us downtown and make $$$ off us, so they try to make a deal. We pool all our cash and they laugh at us. They take us to jail. When we get there the cop pulls Ted's bong out and like an idiot turns it up to look into it. The nastiest, sludgiest bong water you've ever seen dumps all over his uniform. We all laugh our ass*s off. Ted is on the ground rolling around he's laughing to hard. Didn't hurt that the fungus was among us. I think that's what was pissing them off more and more, no matter what we just laughed and laughed at every thing. We ended up being such aholes they loaded us up in the middle of the night and took us to the Conway SC work farm. Except Ted, his Dad was there and bailed him out. Will and I were sure they were taking us to the swamps and gonna put the chrome to our domes. Mom bailed me out the next day, none to happy. They dropped the charges due to illegal search and seizure (they were looking to get paid the whole time).

They ended up dropping the charges due to illegal search and seizure (they were looking to get paid the whole time).

 

Next one was senior year homecoming pep rally. We didn't give a rats about the pep rally/homecoming. Was just an excuse to skip school and get wasted. They'd already had an all-school meeting that year and told us we were number 2 in the state in drug abuse. We started chanting "we're gonna be number 1! we're gonna be number one!". They hated my class so bad; kept making up stupid rules that did nothing. (Our friends who were juniors told us next year we ruined it for them, the place was locked down like a prison camp after us).

So for "punishment" they said for the first time in history they weren't going to allow cars to pull trailers for each class's homecoming parade float. Like we cared. So instead the school spirit crew had to make banners and carry them around the football field on the jogging track, one for each class. The day of the rally we skip, get wasted, go back at the end of the day, jump the fence and infiltrate the crowd. We work our way down to the fence by the track and after our banner passes we jump the fence and attack and destroy the junior class banner. Another group goes after the sophomores. The freshman try to run with theirs. I remember vividly chasing them down and we shredded theirs. I look back and the entire student body pours like an avalanche onto the field and destroys ours. Ends up in total chaos, students running around everywhere, shredded banners, teachers freaking out and trying in vain to stem the chaos. We slipped out and went back to Joe's house to continue the party.

The next day we get to school and everyone's "oooh, they got your names, you're busted". "F off, who cares," we say. The usual suspects get called to the principals office (although they only really got a few of us). We get in the office waiting room. Scott sees and ashtray (they had also banned smoking on campus as a punishment that year) says, "Guess you can smoke" and lights one up. Asst. principal freaks out "Put that out!". "Why the f do you have an ashtray then?". We go into the principals office and get the "i'm soo disappointed" speech blah blah blah. Whatever dude, everyone in town knows you're a drunk and have already been popped with a DUI.

Our punishment was two days out of school suspension, two days in. Big deal. We all leave, and I will never forget what happened next. The whole back of the school was classrooms and everyone, I mean everyone was staring at us out the windows. You could see this mass revelation spread like a wave across their faces. They had been laughing at us but at that moment they realized we were leaving, and they were stuck there. We flipped everyone off, got some tequila, nugs, and guns and went to my buddy's parent's lake house and partied for two days straight, sitting on the dock blasting everything in sight.

When we got back for our in-school suspension a sheriff was waiting for us and handed us all tickets with court dates for "inciting a riot". They ended up dropping the charges. I graduated with a 3.8, beat it outta that place, and never looked back.

After that the only other time I got popped was for a DUI (buddy of mine said he would drive my car so I could get hammered at an all day music fest, got in a fight with his girl, got wasted and I ended up driving). Got popped. I walked on that one as well. Good lawyer, he even had me convinced I wasn't drunk. Numerous other close calls but I pretty much cleaned up and and took on the image of a decent member of society.

Most of us made it through fine, some didn't and succumbed to drugs/alcohol/etc. A few died along the way.

The way I figure it I got popped for about .00001% of the things I did, and nothing ever that serious. Thought I was smart (remember I was a genius from a young age...see above). Was more lucky than anything, and the rest of the lunatics around me made me look good most of the time.

Stay in school kids, and don't do drugs. And no sex before marriage.

 

Saw the inside of the San Luis Obispo County (CA) Jail twice and have a hazy memory of the inside if the Port Orchard (WA) City Jail. While in the Navy, shore patrol (actually the Master at Arms) pulled me out of a duck pond and bought my ass back to the ship. I was put "in hack" (could not leave the ship) for a week. All of these episodes were alcohol-related. I felt like a black sheep and a loser.

Since quitting drinking over 31 years ago, while still in the Navy, I managed to become and remain a productive and law-abiding citizen. I don't dwell anymore on my self-destructive past but am grateful now that things didn't get any worse.

More recently, my wife and I have had to deal with the "tag-teaming" antics of our two sons, now 21 and 19. It began about the time they started high school. As they say, "payback's a bit**". All told, however, their activities were not as bad as mine. But there seems to be less tolerance nowadays in "boys being boys" and easier to get in trouble than when I was their age.

 

Yep. And thank god there were no cell phones (i.e. cameras) everywhere back then.

 

actually it is called mob rule

Truth

 

If anyone really wondered why there are very few chicks on this forum...

 

Ah, my saviors, the Shore Patrol. One of my jail visits was when I was a bit of a pirate back in the 70s. Was in Naples, Italy slammin Peroni birras with fellow buccaneers. Things got fuzzy. Woke up in an Italian jail with a few cops screamin at me in Italian. I wasn't beat up or bloody, so I couldn't have done anything too bad. Maybe peed somewhere I wasn't supposed to or something. SPs came and bailed me out. Had duty that day, so I was stayin on the ship anyway. No brig time, etc back on the ship. Back at it again 2 days later. As others have said, no more drinkin for me, since back in the last century.