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Any body got any stories about police brutality/ getting even w/ the PD? I think this could get interesting.
I have a pretty decent amount of personal police stories from the chronic, trains, the web and telephones, running from parties (kind of a sport between me and my friends), funny times getting pulled over, riots, skating, and some other crazy shit. I'll tell one of my "serious" stories, it's rather amusing.
I was walking to my friends house to go smoke some bongs and shoot the shit, it was about 8pm on a Wednesday. I came upon a 3 way intersection several houses from my friends. Next thing I know 5 cops cars roar up to me on all sides, normally I would have run. But I didn't, because I thought I had nothing to worry about, I was wrong. Pigs hopped out of their mobiles and quickly detained me, I was cuffed and thrown against one of the cop cars. One of the fucks almost broke my arm (it was at a weird angle, he twisted it). I asked why I was being detained several times, I was not told. Next thing I know the cop is in my back pocket fiddling with my money. I demanded he stop searching me. I repeatedly told him I had consented to no search, and was legally ineligible to be searched without consent from my parents (I was 17 at the time). He continued, my front pocket contained a little bag of pot (about .9 or 9/10s of a gram, mostly shake). So I was put in the police car, still not told why I was being held. By this time the cops had my phone and were furiously going through the contacts. About 30 minutes of sitting in the car, they pulled me out and shown me in the search lighter while some car drove by. Still being denied why I was detained originally and why I was put into an illegal street lineup, I was taken to the station. About 2 hours of sitting in a cell I was finally processed and questioned (They didn't know my name for almost 3 hours after I had been arrested). I was finally informed that I supposedly fit the description of an armed robbery suspect. I clearly didn't fit the description since the owner of the house (person in the car that drove by while I was in the search light in cuffs, didn't say I looked like the burglar). The cops wouldn't drop the drug charge, so I got possession and paraphernalia charges. Since I was a minor I had to go to a youth aide court which was basically a kangaroo court and I couldn't plead against the police. Luckily I'm a damn good social engineer and was able to get off with community service and 6 months probation and the charges were dropped after the probation. I got a lawyer and he said since I had pot on me, the case would get thrown out in court if I tried to file suit against the police. Had I not had anything on me I would be looking at a major lawsuit.
So now I'm sticking to my old policy of running, which has never failed for me and is quite entertaining. If you run on foot you won't get anymore charges added on. They always say they will but they don't, so it is worth it to run, just not in a car.
I'm not going to post any of the para police operations I've taken part in, since I don't know for sure who is reading.
FUCK THE POLICE!
Post edited by: FrumpyWatkins, at: 2007/04/11 13:29
my friend sent me this last night
i was going down 35 with one of my good friends, you know, of course after a litle bit of drinking. We were singing some greats by the specials, and what do you know, we end up in a ditch, right after hitting a a guard rail. We realize that two to three cars have stopped because of our incident. Of course, I, having illicit substances on my person, i flip out and swallow all of them. A man comes up to the drivers window talking poisen: calling the police. Me and my friend start to fret. What do we do? Where do we go? All of a sudden i realize that we're in the back of a pig patrol. No escape, there is virtually no way to exit a pig car. Just black Plastic. I'm suck inside this inescabable shithole for doing nothing because i'm an "accomplice" while they question my comrade. I was trapped in there for about an hour but it felt like a day.
JergoR wrote:
my friend sent me this last night ...ith drinking and driving, that's just stupid.
He wasnt driving. Just drinking as a passenger.
and it wasnt me......... I was ill all day yesterday and spent the majority of it sleeping/being a lazy bitch.
I have a pretty decent amount of personal police stories from the chronic, trains, the web and telephones, running from parties (kind of a sport between me and my friends), funny times getting pulled over, riots, skating, and some other crazy shit. I'll tell one of my "serious" stories, it's rather amusing.
I was walking to my friends house to go smoke some bongs and shoot the shit, it was about 8pm on a Wednesday. I came upon a 3 way intersection several houses from my friends. Next thing I know 5 cops cars roar up to me on all sides, normally I would have run. But I didn't, because I thought I had nothing to worry about, I was wrong. Pigs hopped out of their mobiles and quickly detained me, I was cuffed and thrown against one of the cop cars. One of the fucks almost broke my arm (it was at a weird angle, he twisted it). I asked why I was being detained several times, I was not told. Next thing I know the cop is in my back pocket fiddling with my money. I demanded he stop searching me. I repeatedly told him I had consented to no search, and was legally ineligible to be searched without consent from my parents (I was 17 at the time). He continued, my front pocket contained a little bag of pot (about .9 or 9/10s of a gram, mostly shake). So I was put in the police car, still not told why I was being held. By this time the cops had my phone and were furiously going through the contacts. About 30 minutes of sitting in the car, they pulled me out and shown me in the search lighter while some car drove by. Still being denied why I was detained originally and why I was put into an illegal street lineup, I was taken to the station. About 2 hours of sitting in a cell I was finally processed and questioned (They didn't know my name for almost 3 hours after I had been arrested). I was finally informed that I supposedly fit the description of an armed robbery suspect. I clearly didn't fit the description since the owner of the house (person in the car that drove by while I was in the search light in cuffs, didn't say I looked like the burglar). The cops wouldn't drop the drug charge, so I got possession and paraphernalia charges. Since I was a minor I had to go to a youth aide court which was basically a kangaroo court and I couldn't plead against the police. Luckily I'm a damn good social engineer and was able to get off with community service and 6 months probation and the charges were dropped after the probation. I got a lawyer and he said since I had pot on me, the case would get thrown out in court if I tried to file suit against the police. Had I not had anything on me I would be looking at a major lawsuit.
So now I'm sticking to my old policy of running, which has never failed for me and is quite entertaining. If you run on foot you won't get anymore charges added on. They always say they will but they don't, so it is worth it to run, just not in a car.
I'm not going to post any of the para police operations I've taken part in, since I don't know for sure who is reading.
FUCK THE POLICE!
Post edited by: FrumpyWatkins, at: 2007/04/11 13:29
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