I've got a little story.
Had a nice 300zx and late one night I had a car-crippling accident into a telephone pole around 2 AM. My friend and I were on a stretch of
road about two miles from my house, both uninjured, and after cramming the car up on the curb we quickly flag down a car. (Probably should have stood
around waiting for the police? Maybe. In this situation and in my state of horror at destroying my car we got a ride so I could call somebody. I was
Next I arrive at my apartment and try to contact my father and mother with no answer, I try to gather my thoughts... At this point I should
have called the police but seriously after being in my apartment no longer than ten minutes the fuzz is on the scene.
Unfortunately a peice of doja paraphernalia had been overlooked by myself and my room-mates, which we oh so foolishly neglected to PICK UP
when the police were knocking/walking in. So they inform me I am being charged with "Failure to perform duties upon striking a stationary object over
$1000" I should have taken "reasonable" steps toward contacting the police, and I was going to, its not like I was trying to hide or anything.
They give me a ticket for the paraphernalia, $250, and inform me that someone will contact me "by mail or telephone" about my class B
misdemeanor, the striking of the telephone pole. So after turning over/digging through every nook and cranny in the house looking for
dope/machineguns/anthrax they leave emptyhanded, (except for the original pipe that caused the search.)
Fastforward 6 months, I never received ANYTHING in the mail or by phone and was not contacted in any way about the charge. One day leaving work I
did not come to a complete stop at a stop sign and was pulled over (it was kindof rediculous and I was barely moving but he snatched up the
oppourtunity.) The officer gave me the ticket and thank God he didnt run my lisence right then.
On the friday after getting the ticket I went up to pay it and wrote a check. The lady behind the glass took the check and walked back to an area
out of my view, I sat down and waited with the few others in the lobby. Within a minute or two she says "Theres something wrong with your receipt
please wait just a moment."
My instinct told me this was taking too long after a while more of waiting and my worst fears were confirmed when an officer came from a room down
the hall and said "Mr. ______, please come with me." Oh $h1t I'm thinking....
Immediately I semi panic and as I am led outside and into another building I frantically try to get a grasp on whats taking place, fearing the
worst. "We just have to fill out some paperwork, no big deal" The mid 40's pudgy man with the big ol' black aviator glasses told me assuredly. I
really did believe him.
So we go into the police station "meeting room" etc. and we start doing some "paperwork". Yes we did. He and another officer asked me alot of
questions pertaining to my identity, SS#, tattoos, etc. etc. etc. and on in a fairly polite yet stern way and I fully believed I would walk out of
that room on my own free will in a few minutes. I did not, I was soon fingerprinted and handcuffed, and taken to county where I spent 2pm to 2am.
This was my first arrest and I was clueless at first how to free myself. When you are arrested you are relieved of all your personal belongings and
everything you have in your wallet, purse or whatever is all laid out on a table and written down to prevent theft. I was asking the guy taking my
stuff about my phone call.. he informed me that I was to have (2) phone calls and that was it. BULL THERE WAS A PHONE IN THE CELL. This nice fellow
also informed me that I would be further prosecuted because I had two old expired lisences (mine) and that that was a serious felony etc etc.
Luckily the first officer didn't know about the little joke on me and when he came back over I asked him and he said "Nah, its legal unless their
still valid (Not expired)" The asshole who told me I was being further prosecuted just kept logging my belongings.
12 hours later I was able to post bail and am fighting the case currently. The point of this story is the needless and almost malicous deception on
the part of 3 different people involved in my story.
As for my broad observations of every police officer I've ever encountered, some are absoultely genuinely devoted to protecting and serving their
communities and I salute them and am greatful to them for this. .But, there is no way you can have a position that yeilds SO much power and
influence and that is so easy to achieve relatively... and not have your average prick or even your advanced prick with all varieties of prickage hold
that position sometimes and sadly.. often. The power is tempting to even the average person who has no interest in becoming an officer, you must
consider the near invincibility policemen seem to have and not to mention their ability to get out of their car, walk up to you on the street and TELL
YOU TO SIT ON THE CURB. "Sit down boy."