..trouble with the law since the day I was born.Quote:
Originally Posted by PaCrappa
First time I was picked up by the cops I was just 4 or 5. After wandering from a friend's back yard and following the hedgerow to the closest intersection, a garage sale sign on a utility pole caught our attention and we thought it'd be helpfull if we walked along the main road holding the sign. I think we waved and smilled, maybe a few cars honked. Within a hundred yards up the road a cop came round, casually pulled onto the shoulder; don't think I was worried but my friend ran through the hedges and apparently back to his house, and then it bacame apparent of the power these guys have, as a found myself with no choice but to agree to allow him to drive me home. And panic set in, there was some confusion with me telling him where to go, I think he was asking if so-and-such looked familiar, maybe I wasn't even talking. We'd only made it a few blocks when a school bus made it's drop. Some kids saw me and the look of their recognition suggested something to the cop, he asked if they could take me home and then let me out there.
I had almost yearly run ins with the law enforcement up through me teens.
Most recently a game warden slapped some unwarented tickets on me and some friends from college. That story is too long, but basicly he followed us into the woods, then waded across a creek, instead of taking the wire bridge like us, and the he crept up on us on an island, where we were cooking sausages, and drinking beer. He lurked in the woods for more than 2 hours. Finnaly we saw a flashlight beam on the island near to us and when we hollered out inviting them to come join "the party", no one responded, we tracked the source, upon which we found ourselves a GameWarden, one hand on his bear mace, the other directing the blinding mag light. He was all buisiness. Demanding names, ID, marching us back to the campsite, frisking us all, searching all our bags, giving me shit for having a Sarte book, hassling us about having a tape measure and an axe. The tape measure was seriously a big deal to him, what did he think we were gonna do, measure out some trees for a log cabin? Oh, and the axe!; when we went to court, he wouldn't shut-up about the axe. ..So the long of it is he won't tell us what the problem is, one of the guys is underage so don't argue too much, 'cause we know he can make the alchohol a problem for us. (note: from prior gamewarden run-ins I happen to know that he would have to call in an actual police officer for the underage violation). He took all our IDs and told us to backtrack and meet back at our cars. His truck, with it's flashing yellow emergency lights, was parking us all in. He sat in the cab and didn't acknowledge us, as he continued to jot down our identification, after like twenty minutes one of us approached the truck and asked once again what our offence was, he still wouldn't say, but acted like he was being our pal by suggesting he'd speed things up by mailing our citations, rather than hold us all up while he filled them out. Some weeks went by and we thought he mighta been cool. Then they came, to all 5 of us, "Illegal Camping", $137. Mother fucker! With school and all, there was hardly time to arange a hearing, so 3 paid straight out, and Ben and I went to court. The game wrden said we had a cooler with food, and an axe, and a change of clothes - so that constituted overnight camping. We did not have extra clothes ( nor sleeping bags , blankets or tents), We had a six pack cooler with sausage and whiskey, and a twelve pack of beer on some rocks at the bank of the creek. We used to go there regulary after the computer lab closed and wind down the night for a couple hours. Whatever though. The judge just simply said it was our word against the official's. And tough luck, ..but he did council us pretty well on how to make an appeal.
The moral of the story: Always run. Never tell the truth. Never cooperate. And never go to court without a lawyer.
