What were you arrested for?

I was a passenger in the back seat of a car driven by an underage, unlicensed drunk who had a roach under his seat. (Charges dropped, but it cost me $300).

With misdemeanor charges ranging from fighting, public drunkness, possession of marijuana, indecent exposure (don't ask), possession of a concealed weapon (brass knuckles) and loitering.

That was all more than 10 years ago. I'm much more mature now.

Mark my sister with one accident even though she was in the back seat of the car that was driven by her friend. The girl ended up going off the raod because a deer jumped out. (at night time on a dark road)

We were naked. It was after midnight. It was in a public apartment complex.

the experience gave new meaning to the phrase "touchback" -- That's all I'm saying :P

am willing to reveal. Apparently, it's not a legal activity to try and score an extra point in the end Zone once the game has officially ended - (several hours earlier) - Jeez - do i really need to say more here?

Or you can PM me with the details

who told you?
no one's supposed to know.
it was a long time ago.

-busted for being paranoid.
:smoke:

but not arrested for making misdemeanor hang-up phone calls as a young teenager (probably 12 or 13 years old) many years ago. Call it a prank gone bad - very bad. And call me scared straight. Found out years later that there was no official investigation, the cop knew somebody else involved, and his sole intent was to intimidate me. It worked.

I knew I'd find out some day.

It has been well over 20 years and I have no idea who that phone number belongs to now.

We were on our way to the liquor store for a bottle of cheap wine, but it was Sunday, and they were closed (as we discovered when they pulled us over in the parking lot of the very liquor store we were headed to).

I had a fat quarter of some killer weed in my front pocket, and the cops patted me down twice, and had me remove my socks & shoes, but never asked me to empty my pockets. (Good thing, too - my friends would have been pissed to learn I was holding out on them and their cheap shit homegrown.)

My parents bailed me out at 5 am and I went home long enough to cop a massive buzz before I went to work at 7. (I was 19.)

:shrug:

That's what they said when they brought me into the station. Someday you'll get your cherry popped.

So, wasn't quite arrested, but I was "asked" to go down to the station.

This was when I was a teen,

there's this thing known in criminal law circles as the "corpus delicti" rule. A "confession" without extrinsic corroborating evidence is inadmissible and hence worthless as a basis for a criminal prosecution. Goes back to Sir Walter Raleigh having a confession squished out of him by the English crown.

If you're like me, any of that other kind of evidence (extrinsic) is long gone. Feel free!

Gyre

Not what did you get away with

see the thread I just started :evilgrin:

It's most instructive.

And as RaginginMiami noted, you have yet to confess your sins.

god knows I probably should have been a few times!:dunce:

But only because the keys weren't in the ignition. This was after I leaned out the door to heave, and the cop was standing RIGHT there...got his shoes filled that night!!! :-)

(Many, MANY years ago!!!)

Thompson .45 caliber submachinegun. Really. By ATF, even. The grand jury laughed.

OK -- maybe not really, but it's coming.

All when I was a teenager, am 32 now. DUI, possession of marijuana, and public intoxication. I was a bit wild in my youth. Now I work with youth who are a bit wild.

unfortunately, I have to keep that secret, you know how it is.

I was arrested for assault.

One night when I was out with some friends, a guy started harassing a friend I was with. I interrupted it, he threw a punch and ended up having his jaw broken when he hit the side of the bar. The was a brawl as a result and the cops were called.

The funny part was that the charges were dropped at the police station, and one of the officers said they were happy to see the guy get his jaw broken. Apparently he had been arrested twice previously for assault and domestic violence.

10 years ago, that meant having pepper spray w/o a license in California in your carry-on luggage (forgot I even had it in my purse). I had no idea you even needed a license, as my aunt (in Illinois) sent it to me to carry at all times when I was spending the summer on my own in big city New York (I was in my early 20s and we were all small town folks). Was catching that flight to NY when the screeners found it in my handbag.

I was stuffed in the back of a po-lice car, printed, ticketed & released & the charges were dismissed by the judge a few months later so long as I got pepper spray training within a certain time.

I'm sure that's a very rigorous course…

"And now, we will learn how to calculate wind direction. Everyone spit at the person next to you."

and showed a husband hollering at his wife in a kitchen and the wife whipping out her pepper spray and spraying him full-on in the face.

It was funny, in a demented sort of way.

Hubby shouldn't have been yelling at her. Sorry, I get a little giddy when I hear something like that.

and Trespassing on the Nuclear Test Site in Nevada

assault with a deadly weapon, resisting arrest, illegal posession of a weapon (sword)-all charges dropped accept illegal posession, bar had a security camera, the asswipe was waving around a gun

Remind me never to fuck with you!

trained his entire life in the art of quick draw swordplay, can strike in 1/3 of a second, master of most weapons, self taught samurai kung-fu king, known as the one wing angel of hell because in a movie scene he shot at home, it seemed as his sword was an angels wing, as it moved gracefully, swiftly, and powerfully, as he shot the scene battleing 50, the scene un-cordinated with high quality plastic swords, he said, "come at me" and was never touched, the scene lasted 15 seconds.

I was drinking beers in my car in a parking lot at a bar and did not realize that there was an unmarked police car parked behind me.

The officer watched for awhile, then came up to the car to cite me. He saw a whipped cream charger canister on the floor of my car and went nuts. He told me it was narcotics; I insisted it was a kitchen supply used in desert preparation. He searched my car, made me open the trunk, and eventually found an ice chest full of used and unused whippets, balloons, and an assortment of cannister puncturing utilities.

This guy was just MAD and wanted to arrest me and take me to jail. I overheard him talking on his radio, trying to determine if he could arrest me for the N2O. The people at the other side had to practically shout him down and tell him that nitrous was not a controlled substance, and unless he had ACTUALLY SEEN us 'mis-using' it, it was not illegal.

He was disappointed, but all he could do was give me a ticket for "Drinking in Public", which is a misdemeanor. I had a court date, at which I appeared. About 50 people plead 'no contest' in mass to the drinking in public charge. I paid a fine, and luckily the court accepted VISA and they even had a credit card swiper right on the judges bench.

I ended up bankrupting on that VISA, so I guess I did not really pay for my crime of having a beer in a parking lot.

To this day, I still can't feel part of the roof of my mouth. And I still get excited when I hear the *chink! of empty metal canisters hitting the street.

and is receiving $12,000 in about a week b/c the idiots at Bank of America don't know how to read a computer screen and jumped the gun. My partner tried to cash a $1000 loan I gave him, and since the account number was the same as one in N. Carolina, under a different name, the teller figured it must be fraud, the bank manager barely glanced at the screen, took one look at my boy's long hair and earrings and figured he must be a criminal. when things were finally straightened out 5 hours later, the arresting officer even told him he should sue. turns out that it is possible for 2 different people to have the same account number if they live if different states-that's why the routing number was different, but for some reason that particular branch was not able to comprehend this, so B of A had to cough up a nice sum, and paid his lawyer fees on top of it. I'd love to go back in one day and see if those two employees are still working. we went in right after I got him out of jail and after I identified myself and said that it was indeed me who wrote the check, he yelled at them that they'd had him wrongly arrested, and he was going to sue. they just stared blankly and muemured something about how B of A likes to protect their customers and he should become a B of A customer. oddest sales pitch I'd ever heard.

Cherges were dropped, though.

In my wild youth, a friend and I walked onto a local golf course late at night and proceeded to throw signs in a lake, and break a couple of ball washers.

I was almost arrested for stealing a bulldozer but that is a VERY long story.

I didn't, but the guys I was with thought it was a good idea to take a leak on the subway platform. I cannot describe how drunk we were. We were all arrested by 2 cops taking a 1:00 a.m. tour of the subway station.
Now my dad was a cop and got the charges against me dropped, the others paid a $200 fine.

I was asleep in the car (well passed out) when my two friends broke into a building.

I was also questioned about the olympic bombing. I left Atlanta the morning after the bombing, and moved out of state. Have good knowledge of chemistry. Someone didn't like me and thought it would be cool to call in a tip.

Shooting with intent. They don't have attempted
murder in Oklahoma from what I understand.

I shot my brother 20 years ago. I grazed him, caught
the back of his neck with a .22 bullet. It was a little
gun, I cocked it twice. Bang.

He's fine. Oklahoma let me go with probation.

and a bunch of feLonies (reaLLy just one, but they were abLe to dessembLe a bunch of charges) out of a drunken episode.

Indecent exposure in a zoo. No one but my girlfriend was around, whipped my top up and flashed her, didn't see the security camera. Got stopped about 20 minutes later. The officer told me not to do that again. He was really very nice about it. Didn't try to make me look stupid. I was sooo embarassed.

Its not all its cracked up to be. Kind of scary.

But to be fair, that's only the stuff I've been convicted of.

I've also participated in some insider trading, I've skipped out on my military duty, and I've caused, either directly or indirectly, the murder of close to 100,000 men, women, and children.

I'm George W. Bush, and I approve this message!

I wailed the crap outta a guy that attempted to rape a female friend of mine at a party we were at.

She came downstairs, upset, saying she wanted to leave RIGHT NOW. She told me what happened, and I confronted him in the room she had just left him in. He "confirmed" it (probably cuz he was bigger than me...one of those tough jock types...didn't think I'd do anything).

The police had already been called, and they're the ones that pulled me off him. I don't know what hurt him more...the criminal record, the crushed ego/reputation or me.

Cops never charged me. Just held me til my mom got there (I was in high school).

"Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing, father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there, and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out.