On Saturday, me and two friends decided to pick up some beer and some weed, so we ended up going to Jackson Square (a little mall in hamilton). We got there and got someone to go into the LCBO and get us 2 Six-packs of Lakeport Strong, and a 6-pack of Molson Canadian. Right when they walk in there, a fight breaks out in front of the LCBO, and cops and swat start coming from the woodwork. My friend comes out of the store with the buyer, and we take our beer and go to buy the weed. Alright now, Jackson Square has stairs on the sides so you can walk across the top of the mall (it's a lot quicker) so we decide to pick our weed up there. We pick up 3-3.5g's. We start walking back to my friend's apartment, when all of a sudden two cops come walking across the top of Jackson Square right towards us. They stop us and ask "Sir, can I see some ID for this beer? You probably get asked all the time". I didn't actually have any non-scratched id, so I gave him my health card which is scratched to fuckin hell. He looks at it and starts laughing and then asks me when my birth date is. I fumbled and said January 11th 1987. He gets a really serious face now like hes about to beat me. "I MEAN January 11th 1988!" So he looks at me and says "kid, that's contempt of an officer- TWO officers. You wanna lie to me again?" So i said my age finally "November 11th 1988.". That makes me underage, and I guess they figured that I mutilated my card on purpose (which I actually didn't). So, the cops take down our info and then call my one friend's dad to come pick up the beer, then they'd let us go. All of a sudden, they ask us to empty our pockets, so we do. As I start to pull out shit, I leave my papers in my pocket. Then, I see my friend throw two packs on the ground. So, I pulled mine out too. "WHAT are those papers for, eh? You're obviously not rolling tobacco, are you?" (we had a pack of smokes too). So we said to him that they are for rolling cigarrettes anyways (not like he can prove it). So my OTHER friend pulls out her grinder, altoids tin (shake in it), her bluntwraps, and a pack of papers. Obviously we weren't getting out of that one. We still don't pull out the bud, even after they tell us we will be searched at the station, because they were bringing us in for marijuana possession because of the resin in the grinder and the small amount of kief in the altoids tin. Alright by this time, my friend's dad gets there, and 2 more cops show up (making 4 cops). One of my friends is crying because she was getting the possession charge the same day she moved into her own place, and the other friend is just sitting there. I'm sitting down too, but I'm stoned so I'm spacing out. The cops stand us up and ask us to start emptying the beer out into the grass. So, we do it. They also make us throw the papers, grinder, and altoids tin in the garbage. Then, we put our stuff back in our pockets. They tell us now that instead of getting all the charges and tickets (I was supposed to be getting - 2 Felony charges of Contempt of a police officer, felony of defacing government property, and a misdemeanour of having liqour under 19.) they give us all one ticket which we can split on. We get the ticket (which is under MY name, goody!) and it's $125 bucks. Luckily we still had the weed, a pack of juicy jay's apple that my friend stashed away when we were searched, and still some money. We ended up ordering the beer to the house (we didn't get ID'd and never do, so it's the way we're doing it from now on.) We got the same thing we had to pour out, and got mad drunk and high. I hate cops.
Thats pretty gay, around here they'd probably just leave you alone or if you get caught with under an ounce they jsut make you ditch it and keep going. I live in ottawa, canada. But that really sucks about all that and the fact it's under your name. Will that stay on your record?
Yeah, since I'm 18 now... I can't believe they gave ME the ticket because my other friends are 16 and 17, and their permanent records get erased when they turn 18. Fuckin cops.
Yeah I was holding the 2 Lakeport Strong's... The best thing about it is that they never found the dope and they never charged me for everything else (all the felony's)
My friend's dad didn't give a shit... I never told my parents simply because it doesn't involve them and they don't need to know. We were going to go back and grab the grinder, bluntwraps and papes, but we got drunk when we went to the apartment... The next day we went to look but the trash got switched out. I didn't think they had a right to search me but I'm guessing that because by this time I had 3 felonies pending, and they have a right. (GUESSING)
