My faith in humanity is restored

at least partially. Its quite an amazing story, something I never thought could happen in a predominantly conservative city in a conservative state where the cops are known to take great pleasure in sending kids to jail, or at least to court with many heavy fines to pay, for commiting petty crimes (possession of alcohol or marijuana for instance), and treating them like dirt in the process. These cops take special pleasure in asserting their authority over you, and the really shitty ones will make any excuse to pull you over. If there are four kids with long hair in a car, they would very likely be pulled over for "failing to signal 200 feet before a turn," or some other trivial violation, and their car and persons would be promptly searched.

This really began back in may. I, along with three friends, were buying alcohol in the parking lot of the grocery I worked for. We were buying it from a twenty one year old guy that worked in the dairy department. In a moment of stupidity I very much regret, I handed off the money in broad daylight in the middle of the parking lot. Of course, a police officer had just returned to his car after buying a case of beer and witnessed the whole thing. My friends and I all got tickets for being minors in possession of alcohol, were given a court date, and sent home. A pretrial diversion saved all of us from any serious trouble. We had to pay court fees and take some alcohol classes, but according to the diversion, the offense is wiped from our records if we stay out of trouble for one year.

So I believed everything was cool. Theres no way we'd get caught again, I thought.

Last night we pulled into this undeveloped section of a neighborhood. We had smoked at this spot many times, at least ten. We smoked two joints and were about to roll a third when we noticed a car slowly driving towards us. It looked like there were lights on top of the car, but I couldnt' really tell. Luckily, the cop was nice enough to turn them on so we could all be very sure we were fucked. He turned sideways to block us from leaving, then got out and made our driver step out for a nice chat. The cop immediately told him that he could smell weed and asked how much we had, to which my friend replied "not very much," which was true when only considering the amount in the bag - about a gram. He told us to get all drugs and paraphanalia out of the car, and we ended up finding a joint and three roaches to add to our weed. We also had a pack of papers and a rolling machine.

So all our shit was set on the hood of his car, and I told the cop I had paid for the weed (I had actually paid for about $17 of the full $20) He told us to take a seat on the concrete and wait while he got the dog. He did some stuff, then came back out and asked to talk to me.

"So, you're willing to take the blame for all of this?" he said. "I can take you all to jail, thats up to you." So I was in a terrible position. Should I tell the cop that I had paid for MOST of the weed but not all? Or take the blame and go to jail myself? Of the four of us, I had the most to lose that night. I'm supposed to move into my dorm at IU next week, and I have crazy conservative parents who have never touched weed in their lives (and in fact ditched some of their highschool friends just because they started smoking). After already getting my ticket for alcohol possession, it would probably be safe to say that my parents would stab me with a steak knife if I had to spend the night in jail and go to court again (not only for the weed, but also the old alcohol ticket, which is only taken out of my record if I don't get arrested for a full year after receiving it). I sat there and stared at the cop awhile, looked back at my friends, and didn't have a clue what to do.

I guess the cop had somehow kept some humanity stashed somewhere deep inside his cop brain. Maybe he saw that I was basically on the verge of crying. Perhaps he was tired of arresting so many kids for such a mild crime, something that shouldn't be a crime in the first place. Whatever the reason was, it caused me to hold this cop in high regard, because he told me to drop the joint and roaches on the concrete, and dump the weed beside them, then grind them into the ground with my foot. I guess the loss of weed was sort of sad, but the cop let us go. He fucking let us go! We thanked the cop repeatedly and got the hell out. I'm still freaking out about the fact that I could have been in jail right now had any other cop found us.

 

dude! that sounds hella scary! Nice to know things worked out for the best bro

 

Woo-hoo! I've only experienced the worst feeling in the world... you know the one that involves bein in the back of the cop car! So I'm sure that must have been the best feeling in the world being let off. You're lucky man!

 

It's always a breath of fresh air to hear stories like this. I am very happy for you bro, but try to be a little more careful from now on. Authority figures like that are one in a million. I think this calls for a celebration....say a few bong rips?

 

Hell yeah.

 

"It looked like there were lights on top of the car, but I couldnt' really tell. Luckily, the cop was nice enough to turn them on so we could all be very sure we were fucked."

hahahaha you are very lucky, i hope if i ever get in trouble with the police for weed they are that relaxed... did you guys have your windows open? how did he smell it

 

We had just finished our second joint when he appeared. One of the windows was open all the way. I don't know if he smelled it coming from the car or not, but he told the driver to get out and told him he reeked of marijuana.

 

that sucks.. i would of eaten all that shit and shoved any bowls up my ass lol

 

That's kinda like what happened to two of my friends a while ago.
Y'see they were in the college part of town smoking some weed at a bus stop and a cop pulls up, gets out of the car, and of course finds their weed and their bowl.
My two friends started crying (they're both girls, so i guess that's okay ) and apparently the cop took pity. He threw the weed and the bowl into a concrete lot and told them to scram.
They apparently walked around the block, came back and picked up their shit (bad idea).
The same cop who just busted them came over and told them that they were incredibly stupid and on tape picking up the MJ, he then dumped the baggy out and ground it into the concrete and smashed their piece on the side of the road.
They got the hell out after that.

 

Ahah... either way, one lucky bastard, he is.

 

Damn, Eugene, your friends are REAL lucky that the cop was still nice after they tried to get their shit back.