What's the worst trouble you ever got into with the law?

Me, it was getting busted for passing a joint at a Grateful Dead concert 25 years ago. $50 fine. Pretty tame.

Anyone here done time?

:shrug:

O8)

Oh the shame. I have to admit that I've had many police "incidents" but I was never charged.

None at all. Ever.

How boring of me!

Never served 'em either---I'm still on the lam. That's why I can't go back to El Paso.

And here I am again - 25 years later looking for yet another new career because the repubs are back in the White House. Ask me how much I like repubs!

I couldn't believe they had the nerve to rename National for that union buster.

I kept being corrected. I kept recorrecting everyone. Makes me sick to my stomach they did that. Then to top it off, I got laid off and decided to spend a week playing tourist. But of course, Reagan goes off and dies and messes up the DC traffic so badly I left in disgust. Was hoping to drop in and meet the DU staff but DC was too much of a mess. He's still haunting me after all these decades!

I'm in DC on average once a week. I'd love to meet skinner and company! Especially his dog!

full time.

I refuse to dishonor George Washington that way.

Lord, did you guys have lousy leadership.....

I still think he was in cahoots with Frank Lorenzo. I really do.

a flight attendent I think. He made out all right. Lots didn't.

I've read about you guys. Good job! You gained respect from many people (including me :-)). :thumbsup:

...we got too close to the runway during the time when a few flights were getting hijacked to Cuba. We were surrounded by jeeps and floodlights and soldiers and guns and we spent the night in Miami-Dade Jail. We were minors and one of us had a father who was an attorney - the charges were dropped.

Pissy judges nailed me for contempt. This happens. When I ended up in the tank in the DC jail with a bunch of newly-rounded-up prostitutes, I walked out in three hours with a dozen new clients ...........

:evilgrin:

OldLeftieLawyer is a girl.

:woohoo:

;)

The cops insist on separating prisoners by gender.

They're no fun.

I got busted for knocking the heads off parking meters. I got sent away. Spent some quality time alone, ate some eggs, played ball. It was OK.

Is that prison lingo for something else? Or did the dining hall just serve a lot of eggs?

:shrug:

is a failure to communicate.

????

They took me to the station, played with my head, let me flush the pot down the bowl and threw me out.

I was lucky.

By the way, I have no desire to smoke pot ever again and have been clean some 25 or so years. This event though, had nothing to do with it.

and weasling out of the handcuffs enough to....

it wasn't me.

a dorm friend was accidentally mailed someone else's credit card (already activated) and we decided to go out to eat with it. We were busted on the spot, even though I never found out why it was reported stolen so quickly. We both had to do 20 hours of community service.

A big sting operation at Salisbury Beach MA that was in the summer of 74. I was 18 and dumb. The agent, "Myron", had his own weed, rolled and smoked joints with us, snorted speed with us...

Luckily the Essex County DA was my Dad's old college roomate at UNH and I got off with 3 years probation.
I would not have survived Walpole(MA big-house), at 18.

I didn't get in any trouble, though.

Hey, good work, man................

All those random motherfuckers TOTALLY deserved it.

It's these 501 jeans, isn't it?

They make my penis look so big ..................

:evilgrin:

But, you do know that I'll continue to haunt you, even sending you legal bills every month...............

*heads for nearest mall*

Actually, it's the word "old" in your screenname. Women are less likely to admit they're old.

All the good women love getting old.................

:thumbsup:

it will make him sport wood

n/t

Should be great.

I was held in contempt of court when I used to practice law. $25 fine as I recall... which was light, considering the contempt that I really had for that judge.

'what are you in for' became one of them when the answer was 'well they SAY I murdered my wife'... I liked him better when he just seemed like a sweet old man...

I was moving out of a rooming house because of a disagreement with another boarder. He called a family friend who was a detective in the town to hassle me.

As I was taking my VCR from my room to my car, the detective arrived, and started to question me, like whose VCR was I carrying, and could I prove that it was mine. Then he told me that the disagreeable boarder was charging me with breaking into his room and stealing a diamond stud earring and gold chains.

I denied all charges, refused to let him do a search without a warrant, and further informed him that the boarder had threatened me with a Magnum. Well, THAT certainly changed everything as I found out that the boarder was a parolee who shouldn't have been trying to show me his gun. The detective retreated, taking said gun with him.

But for a while that night, I really thought I'd be wasting time in the stationhouse and the holding pen.

I got R-E-A-L-L-Y lucky in the '60s and '70s. I could still be sitting in a jail cell somewhere in Texas.

4, to be exact...teenage delinquency stuff, no need to elaborate...

Originally charged with disorderly conduct. A teenage girl and her boyfriend had been harassing my daughter for weeks. One night the boyfriend and a buddy followed my daughter's car and intentionally bumped into it at a stop sign, then tailgated her down a busy street while flashing their high beams into her car. A couple of nights later I was at a play and spotted the girl and boyfriend. During intermission, with no one else around, I told them to leave my daughter alone. The girl used a four-letter word, and I used a four-letter word. The girl and boyfriend called the police, and I ended up in court. I pleaded guilty to a lesser charge of public nuisance, and after a year the charge was vacated.

I didn't know they had dems in robbinsdale! You learn something new everyday LOL.

Yup, we have Dems in Robbinsdale. Actually, Robbinsdale is a pretty Democratic town, thank goodness. I don't know if I could survive if I was surrounded by shrub supporters.

But it was ages ago, and I didn't do any time.

He was a friend, though.

I used to work at a hotel where a lot of cops worked night security. One was a separatist fundie sort, and we had a long debate one night during which I challenged just about every one of his beliefs. The next night one of the other cops handed me a bullet, and said "Hey, Keith told me to give you this, it has your name on it."

Apparently I upset him so bad he quit the hotel, and was even trying to quit the police force so he could move out of Austin and onto some isolated farm somewhere where he didn't have to deal with people like me.

This was one night of friendly debate. You should see me when I'm fire!

Actually getting in trouble with the law, though, I got a speeding ticket as a teenager. 85 in a 40. Yeah, I was proud!

because they don't want to admit they're part of society. Problem is, they still vote. We have to remind them not to vote. :D

twice

but I'm a better person now

I had always promised myself I would NEVER EVER drive under the influence and this time, it didn't "click" that I was doing just that. Due to an overdose of Rx meds, I was swerving all over the road. I was so out of it I locked my keys in the car when I went into a mini mart to--get this--buy alcohol. :eyes:

I was on a mission of self-destruction at the time and I really had no idea I was breaking the law until the police showed up at the mini mart. They asked if I'd been drinking.

"No, I have't been drinking...not yet. You can do a breath test...wait, I am on prescription drugs." Shit. Damn. What the HELL was I thinking?

I was so far gone I fell down in front of the policemen and broke my bottle of booze. He suggested I throw it away. Good plan. Then he told me I had a choice: I could be arrested or he could drive me home.

Guess which option I chose? (OK, I chose a third option: have someone drive me to my counselor's office.)

I still don't know why they didn't drag my ass to jail. In all honesty, I deserved it. The only thing I can think of is that I have no record at all, not even a speeding ticket. Also, my vehicle has some kind of special registration reserved for peace officers and their relatives: my mother and brother were / are both correctional officers.

Even though I deserved it, I am very glad I was not arrested. It would have been a "last straw" event for me. Like I said, I was on a mission of self-destruction and being arrested might have killed whatever was keeping me alive at the time. Besides, I get it now: don't OD on Rx drugs and drive, idiot! I wasn't thinking very well at the time, but I guarantee you I'll never do that specific stupid thing again.

Had I hurt someone, it would also have killed whatever was keeping me alive. I would not have been able to live with myself. Could you live with yourself if you did something that destructive? I know I couldn't. :(

-A Very Grateful and Repentant Ladyhawk

P.S. This is definitely the worst thing I've ever done. I didn't "mean" it, but it still could have caused a lot of grief. I am not the violent sort and would never hurt someone with malice and forethought. Hopefully, the good I've done in my life outweighs this incident, which could have been disastrous.

It was a miserable experience, but quite worthwhile in that I haven't come close to driving drunk since.

Due to some shoddy prosecutorial work and some good (and expensive) lawyering I eventually plead it down to negligent driving 2.

But I'd never want to go through that experience again.

But I haven't committed any felonies since I was 14, so can I just claim "youthful indescretions" like all the Fascimentalists do?

Let by-gones be by-gones and all that tripe.

YOUTHFUL INDISCRETION!
YOUTHFUL INDISCRETION!

O8)

Really. Arrested, booked, but not arraigned.

Turns out the detectives got an earful from old boyfriend's mother. They jumped the gun, thought they would get a full confession from little ole me, and went for it.

But I was away on vacation when it happened.

Turns out his sister did it.

Seriously?

I wouldn't talk on the phone to ex so soon I had cop @ door, said they had a child endangerment call so had to check it out. Sighed and left after told why they got this call. Also I got turned in for a friend having a hickey, again child endangerment (I gave a friend a hickey, so this endangered my child?), yrs after divorce finished too. Exs can be weird. Never turned in for murder though. If my ex turned up murdered I'm sure ex's parents will report me though.

I'm one of those "repeat offenders":blush:

My crime: selectively playing a bonus slot machine. I'm dead serious, that was the extent of it. I sat down at a so-called Vision machine where you have a theoretical advantage with intelligent play, i.e. inheriting the machine after someone else has unknowingly abandoned it close to the bonus payoff. A supervisor asked my friend and I to leave the casino and read us the trespassing citation. When I asked for his name he refused to give it to me. I told him any man who wouldn't give another man his name was a world class wimp. At that point he charged me with trespassing and called Metro.

I spent 90 minutes in handcuffs. The police officer could not have been more of a buzzcut marine-looking prick. He literally started filling out the paperwork charging me with trespassing before I was allowed to begin my description of what happened. This after he let the supervisor ramble uninterrupted for 6 minutes, giving his side. I made sure to watch the clock on the wall behind him in the security office, certain he would short me in time allotment. While he was filling out the form I finally was allowed to speak and he cut me off after 57 seconds, putting his hand on the phone to call his office in a pathetic intimidation tactic. "Now, when he read you the trespassing citation did you leave the property immediately?," he asked with his right hand clutching the phone. I tried to tell him that was not a yes/no question and asked for sufficient time to finish my statement. He stood up and refused to allow me to continue, asking me infantile stuff like whether I understood the meaning of the word immediately. He called his office and never let me tell my side.

Before we began, the police officer met privately with the supervisor outside the security office for several minutes. I saw them through the window. I'm certain at that point my fate was sealed, regardless of the circumstances. They don't publicize this on shows like Las Vegas, but locals who threaten to win are routinely the subject of threats and eviction by casino security, if not physical beatings in the back rooms. So-called advantage players like myself are the current targets, replacing card counters a decade or more ago. The ACLU has finally gotten involved and taken on many of the high profile cases. Even the casinos have been told by new lawyers that they have abused their rights and to cut it out, but the practice continues. The Las Vegas Review Journal ran a lengthy article on the topic a year or so ago, with evidence that law enforcement and judges were siding with the casinos due to pressure tactics, even though the accused had done nothing other than select machine A instead of machine B.

I'm tempted to call Dateline NBC or 48 Hours or one of the other investigative shows, but that would probably just cause the casinos to get rid of the bonus machines altogether.

Oh yeah, I plead not guilty and Circus Circus forfeited the case, not showing up at all. That's what my friends insisted would happen. When I got called for jury duty a year later I got seated on a major burglary/assault case with 14 felony counts. When the judge asked us about encounters with the law I wouldn't shut up about my experience. You could even see the three burly bailiffs in the back row steaming as I ripped their colleague and institution. The defense lawyers loved me and asked one question after another. The female DAs tried to get me to shut up but I can orally roll as well as anyone. The court reporter had to ask me to slow down twice. When it came time for uncontested challenges, the lead prosecutor read my name alone. It felt great. I walked up to the bailiffs and asked them where I needed to go to check out. The expressions on their faces is still an awesome memory.

Don't want to sit at the wrong machine and get arrested :scared:

The locals draw the wrath. I even saw an internal memo from a casino executive that was posted online stating that casinos had no chance against local advantage players, and they should be eliminated however possible.

One common tactic is to have undercover security stand behind the players they identify as local bonus players and try to intimidate them to leave. Sometimes the undercover guys will summon a security guard to stand beside them. They'll grab a walkie talkie and call in your description and make sure it's loud enough for you to hear.

It's really amazing because the bottom line isn't altered at all. Those machines are set to pay 92% or whatever and that doesn't change. It's simply an altered distribution since the player who leaves on the verge of the bonus theoretically plays below 92% and the inheritor above it. The damn casinos are so intent on no one winning they try to exclude the locals. Then they'll tell you those machines are intended for hotel guests, but that's protoype BS because they NEVER tutor guests regarding the bonus aspect and don't say a word when a hotel guets leaves the machine on the brink of the bonus. But if a local tries to sit down at that point he's at instant risk.

The most pathetic tactic was utilized at the Las Vegas Hilton and Bally's/Paris for a couple of years. The undercover guys would isolate a machine called Wild Cherry Pie, which usually takes a long time to play. You have to fill out the pie by getting 6 cherries in each of 9 sections. The bonus is large but you're usually in a significant hole before it's achieved. At those casinos, the undercover guys would isolate a local bonus player and sit behind him until he was down to one cherry to go. At that point they would introduce themselves and demand the player leave the machine and the casino. They wouldn't 86 (permanently exclude) the player because they thrilled to utilize the same juvenile tactic over and again. Now those machines are removed from Bally's/Paris and only one bank at the Las Vegas Hilton. The bonus machines have been steadily removed and are probably at only 10-15% of their peak levels from the late '90s.

And why aren't you a lawyer?

I would get on the horn to Dateline, er, immediately. :D

as a passenger along the coast. :shrug: I was fined.

Went to a diversion program, ended up with NO juvenile record, kept clean ever since. This was 9 years ago, BTW.

Yeah, I'm a badass.

:spank: how could you!

I couldn't resist.

I was a spy from the Peacock Court in Tehran, but was caught and sent to Siberia. I escaped and fled across the border to Mongolia where I became a mercenary for a few years - I discovered that the Shah had taken out a bounty on my head (having deserted his service), so I smuggled myself into France and worked for the Ayatollah (then still in exile), until the French security service tried to arrest me, when I went to work as a subversive bringing down the Franco regime.

What you don't believe me?

O.K., the worst I've had was getting kicked out of a shopping centre as a young teenager for running up the down escalator with a friend.

over and nearly arrested for driving on suspended license. Scary. The O.C. Sheriff's deputy (woman) was exceptionally kind. Tough but kind in not arresting me and impounding my car. Sure made me get my shit together. :eyes:

"Failure" to report an accident in which more than $1.000 damage was caused. Sigh. That's a long and bitter story for me. Not that it really counts as a "crime" (I wasn't even cited in that accident, which destroyed my vehicle and lightly smudged the bumper of the car I rear-ended).

Nothing came of it, but they scared the crap out of me. The little search dog went ape shit when they searched my truck and I couldn't figure out why, they told me, I would lose my vehicle(brand new Toyota truck). Then I remembered that my GF had left a bowl in one of bags from where I dropped her off at the airport. Thank god, I didn't have anything on me. They ended up letting me go.

I really wasn't in a position to argue.

Except they called my offense "streaking" ;-)

I maintained that it was a victimless crime, but the campus cops thought differently and put me on judicial probation for a semester. Luckily I'm off it now! :D

:bounce: :toast: :bounce:

And please be aware of DU Covenants & Bylaws, Sec. 112, e4:

"Posting in the nude is prohibited."

:hi:

Post a picture and we'll decide whether you deserved a punishment or a reward. :evilgrin:

I probably shouldn't post anything while the matter is pending. Court date is coming up soon. Sorry to leave you hanging.:dilemma:

I had a speeding ticket-my first and only. I paid the fine but the courts didn't account for it. When I didn't show for court they issued a warrant for my arrest. I never knew it until I got pulled over at a checkpoint. I was arrested and taken to jail clear on the other side of the state.
I called around for bail money and no one in my family would bail me out. I called some friends and they were having a hard time coming up w/ the $500. (btw-this ticket was in another county than the one I work in). A friend called in for me at work. They asked her why I would not be there and why I couldn't come in. She told them. One of the officers came out when he went offduty and bailed me out.
. I went home, got my receipts and took them into the courthouse and proved that it had been paid. They dismissed the receipts. So, my sheriff made sure that I had the day off to go to court. I went to court w/ the receipts and it was immediately dismissed w/ an apology from the judge-especially since I was fingerprinted (meaning I now have an SID and FBI number for a damn ticket that I took care of in the first place!). Plus, the officer who wrote me the ticket was someone who I had recently broken up w/. I swear to this day that I was not speeding and that he did it to get even w/ me.

WHEN are you people going to STOP HAUNTING ME ABOUT IT!?





:P

never got cawt @ nothin'...

in a cell at Sheremetyevo Airport for having a passport that didn't match the birthdate on my visa.

Misdemeanor--driving 70 in a 55 zone. Yes, a fucking speeding ticket.

When I was a teenager (a LONG time ago!) I got caught shoplifting once. But they didn't do anything except lecture me.

I stole some rubber gloves out of the back of an ambulance in front of a police station on a dare. I got caught with an inflated rubber glove on my hand.

:(

pretty lame..

my worst crime was when I was a kid. A friend of mine and I used to break into houses that were being built (brand new houses... no one lived in them) and just hang out and goof off. we never vandalized anything. one day a neighbor saw us climbing in one of the windows and called the cops. they just took us home to our parents. i was grounded for quite awhile.

Also a couple of parking tickets. I am a menace to society.:-(

I had a single Mickeys on me. I was totally holding it for a friend too... :evilgrin:

just some feLonies.

I am fairly new but still I was wondering when you would show up in this thread!

:hi:

weLcome to DU.

waiting for me? i know i have a rep but i didn't know it was criminaL. :o

In college, I got this letter in my mail box to go meet with the chief of police. So I went; I had no idea what it was about. He read me my rights (apparently so whatever I said would be admissable). I was clueless. It turned out that the week before one of the RAs in my dorm had had her master key stolen and there were some thefts over the weekend. Apparently there were only 4 people in residence that weekend and I was one of them. How the hell the police knew that I don't know. I don't think people signed out of the dorm when they went away. Anyway I knew nothing about the thefts but the whole thing freaked me out. I cried; it was so embarrassing and kind of traumatic too. I am a bit leery of cops. Specifically, southern small-town cops.

Early one morning my (new) wife and I walked home from Denny's. We got stopped by an asshole cop - he wanted ID. Neither of us drove so neither of us had a driver's licence. I have a big mouth but my ex wife has a bigger one. At least I know when to shut up. She doesn't. I remember her saying things like "fascist pigs" and some stuff about Nazis.

Next thing I know I'm in a small room being strip searched by a couple of gorillas. I know a thousand porn stories start out that way ( I've written a few myself) but it was really really really awful. It was bad - funnilly enough both cops were trying to make it as easy as possible and not freak me out.

So I got a strip search, body cavity search, and did about six hours time for NOTHING.

Khash.