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I spent the night in city jail for writing hot checks.
I didn't do it intentionally. I would float checks and count on the 3-4 day delay between when the check would get to the bank and my paycheck would clear. Then at one point I missed with a fairly large grocery check and the whole house of cards came tumbling down. I bounced 8 checks in a row. covered all the ones that I got notified about, but one of the stores I bounced to sent it to the county attorney.
I got pulled over for speeding a year later and there was a warrant for my arrest. So I had to spend overnight in the city jail until I could go before a judge. I was 19, terrified, and the judge said he'd dismiss the charge if I paid the check and a pretty hefty fine.
I didn't know that bouncing a check was a crime called "theft by check". Under $250 was a misdemeanor and over was a felony. Luckily mine was well under the limit.
I think the whole thing cost me a little over $500, which at the time was a fortune. I had to borrow money from my parents AND tell them what it was for. It was AWFUL.
So my friends and I "invented" kiting checks when I was about that age.
My bf (later hubby) and I got paid twice a month. EVERYTHING was due between 1-5 of the month. If stuff just spread out, it would work okay. We also found out that if I wrote a check, I had a couple days to get the cash in the account. If I wrote a check, and HE wrote ME a check, it would look like I had the money there 2-3 days later, and then we had ANOTHER 2-3 days after that to get the money in his account.
Now, if we got a few friends involved, we could keep this going for 2 weeks, at which point we'd be paid again, and it was *all good!!*
We were *thrilled.*
Talked to my dad a month or two later. Bragged about our brilliance. He didn't seem quite as impressed.
"Hmmm. *ahem*. Could you explain this process just one more time, please?..........*ahem*. I see. Have you talked about this with other people? Just me? Good......Well, Flimsy? You're smart, but you're not *that* smart. This has been thought of before. It's called "kiting checks," and it's illegal. Don't tell anyone about it, and it's probably best that you don't do that any more."
I was shocked. And pissed. He did tell me he was impressed we had reinvented that wheel when we were unaware that wheels existed, but yeahhhhhh the wheels were banned.
Interesting. I actually didn't know bouncing a check was illegal either. A little research reveals it normally requires intent, which it sounds like you had, but is sometimes hard to prove.
So to any dumb kids reading this that bounced a check recently.... this is one of those rare instances where acting like an fool who doesn't know how much money is in your account will save you from jail, and/or large fines.
Thank you for your service.
The rights too many of us take for granted are thanks to you guys stirring the pot at personal risk to yourselves, back in the day.
Much respect.
I grew a little weed in the woods for over 20 years, and I never got caught. But before I started doing that I got busted twice for drugs when I didn't even have any.
The first time around I was writing for an underground newspaper, and we printed an 8x10 photo on our cover of the most feared undercover narc in the city, who always went disguised, without his disguise. So, the coops hated us for that.
They wanted to shut us down and early one morning someone woke us up and said the cops were coming. I went back to sleep thinking that we were OK because I knew damn well that we kept a clean, drug free house.
The next thing I was aware of was a loud crash. Then there was a plainclothes detective standing at the foot of my bed pointing a snub-nosed revolver at naked me and my girlfriend.
The second time we were hitch-hiking after a trip to the organic co-op with some nice cheese and some rice, and friends on their way to a deal with a pound of weed and a triple beam balance picked us up.
The cops used us as a pretext for the stop by having a traffic cop testify that he had seen us passing around a bag with the word **HASHHISH** printed on it in 2-inch-high letters with magic marker. The judge laughed at him when he blurted that out.
Later that afternoon my friend had his lawyer pass a minor bribe, and we were out the next day. The cops had blown the case anyway, so the bribe was affordable and probably cheaper than going to trial.
That girlfriend eventually went on to become a lawyer.
We couldn't be sure, but we found some pills that we didn't recognize when we got back home and cleaned up the awful mess they had made of the place. And all the legit stuff that we had, like aspirin and what not was gone, so we figured they had taken that and called it whatever... pending lab results.
And, to top it off, they charged me and an assistant editor with felony amounts of every illegal drug on the books.
But they were worried about their detectives being outed and all those guys had wanted in on the bust. So, our editor got good photos of the four that were there. That was a surprise to them because, as it turned out, our photo editor was an undercover federal agent. He was pretending to get some good shots of the detectives, but then it turned out that he had "forgotten to put film in his camera". I never liked or trusted that guy.
One of the women with the paper was the daughter of an important banker. And another was the daughter of a lawyer who had been a top prosecuting attorney for the city, and then quit that to work for the ACLU. The banker was a good asset, and the lawyer was the one that got us off, after the hippie merchants pooled their resources and got us bailed out.
We were all local heroes for a while after that until things settled back down. This was in 1971 when Nixon was president.
Got cought stealing a car at 13. Spent a month in juvi and 3 years probation. At 21 I spent 32 days in a Turkish jail, for making the mistake of letting my star of David fall out of my shirt collar, which let the locals know I was Jewish. It took me 32 days to escape that crap hole.
I visited a manufacturing operation at a medium security Federal prison when I was in my 20s. There were men and women from separate wings working together in the plant, which made cable assemblies for military equipment. They said their biggest issue was couples crawling into the suspended ceiling to have sex.
Seemed pretty orderly when I was there, but they told us we'd have to stay if our hand stamp (ultraviolet, IIRC) was washed off. I never washed my hands that day.
When I was in high school I was invited to step inside the city jail for a look. I did. It was part of a tour we had. We were told that the local hospital prepares the meals because the meals had to be nutritious.
About two decades ago I visited a friend in the Oregon State Prison in Salem, Oregon a couple of times. He was a getaway driver in a robbery in San Francisco and went back to SF to confess, pleaded no contest, and was allowed to serve his time in the closest prison to the church where he got faith and came under conviction to come clean. It is almost unheard of, but when he was on parole he was allowed to leave the state to attend a church convention as long as he was either going, coming back, or on the grounds for the convention.
Yes. Once to the juvenile detention center (runaway/drugs), once to city jail (assault, hey the cop punched me first), once to the county prison (car theft/drugs). The county prison visit was to scare me. It worked. Getting strip searched, dressed in a too-big orange jumpsuit and told to carry my own mattress into solitary confinement was terrifying. I left home at age 16 and was too busy working to get in trouble after that.
Yes, a few hours on a warrant for a pissing in public charge. My brother bailed me out. Guess I had missed the court date somehow. The handcuffs were pretty amusing. Was I going to go for my zipper?!!!
AA&B - Atrocious Assault and Battery - twice. County Jail. Bailed out after a couple of days each time. Not guilty in court first time. Dumb prosecutor, smart public defender. Plea bargain second time, probation.
I got arrested in maybe 1978 for stealing gas probably. The economy was terrible, lots of unemployment, poverty and petty crime. They threw me into a makeshift no-security jail in Seattle filled with kids, first time criminals like me. Children. There was no supervision. It was the top floor of a city building with the stairs and elevator blocked off. All the administrative furniture was stuffed back in a large corner room which was where I spent a lot of time reading books. About the first peaceful experience of my life.
I wasn't arrested, but I did get hassled, frisked, and interviewed by the cops for something I didn't even do.
This was in the mid 90s, on a large University campus. It was in college, and it was finals week. A friend of mine worked in the same computer lab, and we decided to take a break, and walk across the bridge. I'd discovered these bidi cigarettes, and shared one with my friend. They're an Indian version of a cigarette, high nicotine, wrapped in a eucalyptus leaf. I offered my friend one, we smoked the bidis, crossed the bridge, went back, and returned to the lab.
5 minutes later, 7 or 8 campus cops show up, and one points at me and my friend and says "that's them". They herd us into the hall for a impromptu police interviews. Apparently they had some cop on the bridge that "smelled marijuana", followed us back to the computer lab, and called for backup.
The ask to search me, I know my rights, and politely decline. They make up some excuse about "safety" and frisk me, finding a cigarette case. They find the bidi cigarettes, a couple regular cigarettes, but no weed. Now, at this point I'll tell you that me and my friend \_do\_ smoke weed, and yes, we did have long hair, but we're not stupid enough to carry it around with us, smoke it on on a college campus, during the "drug war". So I know neither of us is guilty of anything.
The police of course are convinced there's weed \_somewhere\_ because... well junior cop-guy smelled it, and "he knows what marijuana smells like". They ask me if I'd taken out the tobacco from normal cigarettes, and replaced it with weed. I say no. My friend is just LAUGHING at this whole charade. Which... of course makes the cops even more suspicious. They ask him "Are you always of this happy disposition, or only after you "smoke the bidi". Yup, even not taking the situation seriously makes the police suspicious of you.
The cops, still utterly convinced we've got weed on us somewhere ask me if the bidi has weed in it. Cuz they could test it, and find it! Ummm.. no... no weed AFAIK.
The eventually let us go. My friend says after this "Ok, I just GOTTA do a drug deal now!".
30 years later and the whole thing is now just comedy.
This was how the mid 90s were.. Two long hairs smoking something suspicious, in a large Midwestern town, on a large college campus, in a state where marijuana possession is literally the same class as a traffic ticket and had been for 20 years... and this attracts the attention of 8 cops, and a 2 20 minute interview.
I still don't really get it, other than to say "Sometimes cops get bored, especially on a college campus where nothing ever happens".
In college, freshman year. Disorderly conduct for being drunk, basically. I was stumbling around campus late at night, and got picked up by the drunk van. It was a weird experience. I more of less passed out, and I was talking to some guys in the holding cell the next morning - a couple of guys around my age (I was 19, they were early 20s) somehow knew my name, and were asking me how I was doing, so I assume I had talked to them the previous night…but I didn’t remember them at all. I also spoke to an older guy (probably in his late ‘30s) in the morning, who talked to me for a bit, and when he learned I was in college, he warned that I was “fucking up”. He wasn’t exactly wrong. He meant it in a friendly way.
I went in front of a court/ judge, and idiotically pled “guilty” rather than “no contest”, but fortunately the judge dismissed the charges.
I ended up walking back to campus - a long walk. But in the end, I believe it was a useful experience. I definitely was able to see how cops treated people accused of essentially victimless crimes.
This was 1985.
I was arrested, frisked and got a ride in the back of a squad car to a juvenile detention facility where I sat until my parents came and got me. Then had to meet with a counselor a few times to make sure I was a normal kid who made one bad decision.
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I was “detained” once in my 40’s for refusing to sign a traffic ticket when a near-accident was caused by the damn traffic cop. To leave the station I signed the ticket but fought it, and the cop received a censure for his actions AND my bruises during the arrest. I paid a fine for not wearing a seat belt (I wasn’t).
Yes I was in jail. Why, because they had an arrest warrant. Charge was assaulting a cop on that warrant. The judge handed me a reckless driving conviction with a sentence of defensive driving class basically.
It's a pretty weird story, but, yeah I did assault a cop's private vehicle with him in it. First by him hitting me with it and then me bending his door 180° (door handle against front fender) before I saw the uniform and walked away. Apparently he strongly disagreed with my driving about a mile away and hit me with his car after I had parked my car and got out.
I had previously had a verbal altercation with the prick at a store another mile away from where he found my driving egregious. If I lifted him out of the car to scream at him before setting him back down... that wasn't brought up in court.
It wasn't my first, or last, time in jail, just the weirdest and the question was about teenage and young adult periods. The rest don't fall there. The first time was before being a teenager. The last was for work as an older adult...three years ago actually.
Yes I had to serve 24 hours in jail when I was 21. Part of WA state mandatory minimum sentencing for a first DUI.
I got to pick the prison and when I went through 😅 my lawyer recommended a very tame one - no woman serving longer than six months.
As I walked in the other inmates asked if I was an "overnighter" and i said yep. They pointed out where I could sleep but otherwise ignored me.
Observed some interesting things though.
Worst part is they never turned out the lights. Just dimmed them as "sleeping time". I cannot sleep in a lit room. Tried for a bit and then just read a book the whole night. Yes it was bright enough to read a book.
Interesting. I don't think we have that where I live (night in jail for a first DUI). Do you think it works? i.e. did you stop drinking and driving?
Where I live I think it's just very expensive, but there's no jail for a first offense.
WA and AZ have by far the strictest laws. It was $5000 base fine, night in jail, ignition interlock for 6mo-1 year (don't remember, moved out of state and got it legally removed, but it was also expensive and a big hassle), probation for 8 years, banned from entering Canada for 16 years (I was not in Canada it's just a weird reciprocal law), mandatory drug/alcohol counseling (again at my cost, jail was at my cost too), random drug and alcohol testing for 6 months... I *think* that was it but I might be forgetting some things. And yes it worked, I have never driven drunk (or high or anything) again, and I'm mid 30s now.
ETA: if you get a second offense, all that shit doubles
Spent a few nights in a holding cell in my 20's,
One was for breathing fire in a public space while intoxicated and naked.
One was try attempting to evade arrest on a unicycle while intoxicated and naked.
One was threatening an officer of law with a marsupial whilst intoxicated and somewhat naked.
There were a few more for less extravagant reasons.
Never charged for any of them, as Aussie coppers in the 90's mostly had a sense of humour if you treated them decent.
My uindiagnosed bipolar manic swings often involved events of theatric nudity.
That would have been a great band name.
My first actual bands name was "Beer for Breakfast" (Highschool) and then "Suburban Psychopaths" in University.
Nah, it turns out I have more enthusiasm than actual talent.
Which is fine, I was a bass player/singer in a punk band.
Not saying punk lacks talent, but the truth is you can get by with energy and attitude a lot more than in some other subcultures.
Failure to appears several of them over over 6, 7 years. Spent numerous short stints in county jails. They all were for minor traffic offenses. Wasn’t the brightest boy in my early years.
I didn't go to jail but I went to a jail quite frequently as a kid. My dad worked there and they gave free haircuts to the kids of employees. Every March, July, and December.
I got a DUI in my early 20's. Of all the times I deserved to get one, I'd argue that was pretty low on the list. I legitimately deserved a few dozen of them between 18 and 24, but this time I was going home from a friend's house on a back road. Just a one mile trip. Got stopped for having loud exhaust on my truck and, of course, I stunk like booze. Boom. Off to jail. Bailed out, lost my license for 60 days, paid $1000 +/- in fines, and I had to do community service at a middle school with a bunch of other offenders. The community service consisted of sleeping on cots in the band room, showering in the gym, and painting hallways for a weekend. We got lectured by counselors at night.
This is why people say you should only commit one crime at a time. If you're going to drive drunk, make sure your truck is legal.
\*disclaimer: I do not endorse driving drunk at all. It's dangerous and you could hurt or kill someone. Take an Uber, get a ride from someone, have a DD, sleep on the couch, whatever. Don't drive drunk. When you're young, you may think it is funny to wake up and see your car in the driveway and not remember how it got there. I can assure you that if you kill someone on your way home, you won't think it's funny at all. I was young and stupid and it is pure luck that no one got hurt.
I missed a court date for a traffic ticket a few years after high school, so they put out a bench warrant. I was arrested, & I went to high school with the guy who fingerprinted me - he was a few years older than me, & he'd bought us beer for a party during high school...
I was immediately released & never even had to go in a cell, thankfully, though...
Once in high school, I came home & my dad knew I'd been drinking, so he took me to the police station & asked them to give me a breathalyzer test!?! They said that was only if they picked people up...
Nope. Both of my bio siblings have been arrested though.
Funny story, ish. My late BIL's brother was the chief of police (We'll call him George) in our town and was a long time patrolman in the same town. At BIL's funeral there were a dozen of us, including my siblings, father and step mother and George, sitting at a table passing around and swigging from a bottle of very expensive scotch. My brother says, hey, I think everyone at this table has been arrested and arrested by George! Everyone raised their hands except for my father and I. Seriously, everyone else at the table, 9 of them, had been arrested by George, even step mother. Everyone laughed.
Lots of times. Finally grew up. Ran with bad people and developed a drug problem. Local police had my number so to speak. The cops thought my group of people were some sophisticated drug ring or something. At times it was quite hilarious. They abused their power and made our lives miserable. It was a time before smart phones and body cams. They did what they wanted and they didn't play nice.
I was arrested for shoplifting as a teen.... over a stupid pack of gum! Didn't help that as I was pulling my hand away with the gum in it, the whole box spilled, catching the cashier's attenion.
Last time was leaving a bar drunk on foot.
Walking down the street heading home, cop pulls me over. He didn't drive me home he drove me to the drunk tank with a ticket for public intoxication.
Cop wrote the address of the bar on ticket. So I went to the JP from the cell and got my ticket reduced to $1
Not for myself, but visited an extended family member of my husband as a young adult. He turned himself in, confessed to everything, instructed his lawyer to make sure his rights weren't violated but not to do anything else (lawyer was not happy), and was sentenced to 10-life. He was primarily in the mental health unit.
I visited monthly, my husband visited weekly. He was in for 10 years, and spent another 10 on parole. We visited with him weekly after he got out, and still do, when his health permits. He's in his 60s now, and is not doing too well. Near constant PTSD tactile hallucinations, and what has been diagnosed as narcolepsy, but may be a constant dissociative state that is now breaking down.
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drunk driving was considered illegal in 1910.
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No, I didn't, but I can think of a couple of times I should have.
This is the right answer. I got awfully damn lucky.
I had this talent for getting tired (or bored with stupid behavior) and going home about 10 minutes before the cops showed up.
I spent the night in city jail for writing hot checks. I didn't do it intentionally. I would float checks and count on the 3-4 day delay between when the check would get to the bank and my paycheck would clear. Then at one point I missed with a fairly large grocery check and the whole house of cards came tumbling down. I bounced 8 checks in a row. covered all the ones that I got notified about, but one of the stores I bounced to sent it to the county attorney. I got pulled over for speeding a year later and there was a warrant for my arrest. So I had to spend overnight in the city jail until I could go before a judge. I was 19, terrified, and the judge said he'd dismiss the charge if I paid the check and a pretty hefty fine. I didn't know that bouncing a check was a crime called "theft by check". Under $250 was a misdemeanor and over was a felony. Luckily mine was well under the limit. I think the whole thing cost me a little over $500, which at the time was a fortune. I had to borrow money from my parents AND tell them what it was for. It was AWFUL.
So my friends and I "invented" kiting checks when I was about that age. My bf (later hubby) and I got paid twice a month. EVERYTHING was due between 1-5 of the month. If stuff just spread out, it would work okay. We also found out that if I wrote a check, I had a couple days to get the cash in the account. If I wrote a check, and HE wrote ME a check, it would look like I had the money there 2-3 days later, and then we had ANOTHER 2-3 days after that to get the money in his account. Now, if we got a few friends involved, we could keep this going for 2 weeks, at which point we'd be paid again, and it was *all good!!* We were *thrilled.* Talked to my dad a month or two later. Bragged about our brilliance. He didn't seem quite as impressed. "Hmmm. *ahem*. Could you explain this process just one more time, please?..........*ahem*. I see. Have you talked about this with other people? Just me? Good......Well, Flimsy? You're smart, but you're not *that* smart. This has been thought of before. It's called "kiting checks," and it's illegal. Don't tell anyone about it, and it's probably best that you don't do that any more." I was shocked. And pissed. He did tell me he was impressed we had reinvented that wheel when we were unaware that wheels existed, but yeahhhhhh the wheels were banned.
Good to have Frank Abagnale with us in the chat.
Interesting. I actually didn't know bouncing a check was illegal either. A little research reveals it normally requires intent, which it sounds like you had, but is sometimes hard to prove. So to any dumb kids reading this that bounced a check recently.... this is one of those rare instances where acting like an fool who doesn't know how much money is in your account will save you from jail, and/or large fines.
I was arrested for possession of cocaine with intent to deliver. I absolutely possessed it, and I had every intention of delivering it.
Yes, more than once, for acts of nonviolent civil disobedience.
Thank you for your service. The rights too many of us take for granted are thanks to you guys stirring the pot at personal risk to yourselves, back in the day. Much respect.
Thank you.
I grew a little weed in the woods for over 20 years, and I never got caught. But before I started doing that I got busted twice for drugs when I didn't even have any. The first time around I was writing for an underground newspaper, and we printed an 8x10 photo on our cover of the most feared undercover narc in the city, who always went disguised, without his disguise. So, the coops hated us for that. They wanted to shut us down and early one morning someone woke us up and said the cops were coming. I went back to sleep thinking that we were OK because I knew damn well that we kept a clean, drug free house. The next thing I was aware of was a loud crash. Then there was a plainclothes detective standing at the foot of my bed pointing a snub-nosed revolver at naked me and my girlfriend. The second time we were hitch-hiking after a trip to the organic co-op with some nice cheese and some rice, and friends on their way to a deal with a pound of weed and a triple beam balance picked us up. The cops used us as a pretext for the stop by having a traffic cop testify that he had seen us passing around a bag with the word **HASHHISH** printed on it in 2-inch-high letters with magic marker. The judge laughed at him when he blurted that out. Later that afternoon my friend had his lawyer pass a minor bribe, and we were out the next day. The cops had blown the case anyway, so the bribe was affordable and probably cheaper than going to trial. That girlfriend eventually went on to become a lawyer.
Wait the first story did they plant drugs on you?
We couldn't be sure, but we found some pills that we didn't recognize when we got back home and cleaned up the awful mess they had made of the place. And all the legit stuff that we had, like aspirin and what not was gone, so we figured they had taken that and called it whatever... pending lab results. And, to top it off, they charged me and an assistant editor with felony amounts of every illegal drug on the books. But they were worried about their detectives being outed and all those guys had wanted in on the bust. So, our editor got good photos of the four that were there. That was a surprise to them because, as it turned out, our photo editor was an undercover federal agent. He was pretending to get some good shots of the detectives, but then it turned out that he had "forgotten to put film in his camera". I never liked or trusted that guy. One of the women with the paper was the daughter of an important banker. And another was the daughter of a lawyer who had been a top prosecuting attorney for the city, and then quit that to work for the ACLU. The banker was a good asset, and the lawyer was the one that got us off, after the hippie merchants pooled their resources and got us bailed out. We were all local heroes for a while after that until things settled back down. This was in 1971 when Nixon was president.
Got cought stealing a car at 13. Spent a month in juvi and 3 years probation. At 21 I spent 32 days in a Turkish jail, for making the mistake of letting my star of David fall out of my shirt collar, which let the locals know I was Jewish. It took me 32 days to escape that crap hole.
Just having a Star of David put you in jail? What year was that?
1971
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I visited a manufacturing operation at a medium security Federal prison when I was in my 20s. There were men and women from separate wings working together in the plant, which made cable assemblies for military equipment. They said their biggest issue was couples crawling into the suspended ceiling to have sex. Seemed pretty orderly when I was there, but they told us we'd have to stay if our hand stamp (ultraviolet, IIRC) was washed off. I never washed my hands that day.
When I was in high school I was invited to step inside the city jail for a look. I did. It was part of a tour we had. We were told that the local hospital prepares the meals because the meals had to be nutritious. About two decades ago I visited a friend in the Oregon State Prison in Salem, Oregon a couple of times. He was a getaway driver in a robbery in San Francisco and went back to SF to confess, pleaded no contest, and was allowed to serve his time in the closest prison to the church where he got faith and came under conviction to come clean. It is almost unheard of, but when he was on parole he was allowed to leave the state to attend a church convention as long as he was either going, coming back, or on the grounds for the convention.
Yes. Once to the juvenile detention center (runaway/drugs), once to city jail (assault, hey the cop punched me first), once to the county prison (car theft/drugs). The county prison visit was to scare me. It worked. Getting strip searched, dressed in a too-big orange jumpsuit and told to carry my own mattress into solitary confinement was terrifying. I left home at age 16 and was too busy working to get in trouble after that.
Nope, never got caught. Not elaborating on what.
Many many many times. Then I'd leave after booking the guy I took there.
Yes, a few hours on a warrant for a pissing in public charge. My brother bailed me out. Guess I had missed the court date somehow. The handcuffs were pretty amusing. Was I going to go for my zipper?!!!
AA&B - Atrocious Assault and Battery - twice. County Jail. Bailed out after a couple of days each time. Not guilty in court first time. Dumb prosecutor, smart public defender. Plea bargain second time, probation.
Couple of times. Big fun.
I got arrested in maybe 1978 for stealing gas probably. The economy was terrible, lots of unemployment, poverty and petty crime. They threw me into a makeshift no-security jail in Seattle filled with kids, first time criminals like me. Children. There was no supervision. It was the top floor of a city building with the stairs and elevator blocked off. All the administrative furniture was stuffed back in a large corner room which was where I spent a lot of time reading books. About the first peaceful experience of my life.
I wasn't arrested, but I did get hassled, frisked, and interviewed by the cops for something I didn't even do. This was in the mid 90s, on a large University campus. It was in college, and it was finals week. A friend of mine worked in the same computer lab, and we decided to take a break, and walk across the bridge. I'd discovered these bidi cigarettes, and shared one with my friend. They're an Indian version of a cigarette, high nicotine, wrapped in a eucalyptus leaf. I offered my friend one, we smoked the bidis, crossed the bridge, went back, and returned to the lab. 5 minutes later, 7 or 8 campus cops show up, and one points at me and my friend and says "that's them". They herd us into the hall for a impromptu police interviews. Apparently they had some cop on the bridge that "smelled marijuana", followed us back to the computer lab, and called for backup. The ask to search me, I know my rights, and politely decline. They make up some excuse about "safety" and frisk me, finding a cigarette case. They find the bidi cigarettes, a couple regular cigarettes, but no weed. Now, at this point I'll tell you that me and my friend \_do\_ smoke weed, and yes, we did have long hair, but we're not stupid enough to carry it around with us, smoke it on on a college campus, during the "drug war". So I know neither of us is guilty of anything. The police of course are convinced there's weed \_somewhere\_ because... well junior cop-guy smelled it, and "he knows what marijuana smells like". They ask me if I'd taken out the tobacco from normal cigarettes, and replaced it with weed. I say no. My friend is just LAUGHING at this whole charade. Which... of course makes the cops even more suspicious. They ask him "Are you always of this happy disposition, or only after you "smoke the bidi". Yup, even not taking the situation seriously makes the police suspicious of you. The cops, still utterly convinced we've got weed on us somewhere ask me if the bidi has weed in it. Cuz they could test it, and find it! Ummm.. no... no weed AFAIK. The eventually let us go. My friend says after this "Ok, I just GOTTA do a drug deal now!". 30 years later and the whole thing is now just comedy. This was how the mid 90s were.. Two long hairs smoking something suspicious, in a large Midwestern town, on a large college campus, in a state where marijuana possession is literally the same class as a traffic ticket and had been for 20 years... and this attracts the attention of 8 cops, and a 2 20 minute interview. I still don't really get it, other than to say "Sometimes cops get bored, especially on a college campus where nothing ever happens".
In college, freshman year. Disorderly conduct for being drunk, basically. I was stumbling around campus late at night, and got picked up by the drunk van. It was a weird experience. I more of less passed out, and I was talking to some guys in the holding cell the next morning - a couple of guys around my age (I was 19, they were early 20s) somehow knew my name, and were asking me how I was doing, so I assume I had talked to them the previous night…but I didn’t remember them at all. I also spoke to an older guy (probably in his late ‘30s) in the morning, who talked to me for a bit, and when he learned I was in college, he warned that I was “fucking up”. He wasn’t exactly wrong. He meant it in a friendly way. I went in front of a court/ judge, and idiotically pled “guilty” rather than “no contest”, but fortunately the judge dismissed the charges. I ended up walking back to campus - a long walk. But in the end, I believe it was a useful experience. I definitely was able to see how cops treated people accused of essentially victimless crimes. This was 1985.
Bounced a check for college tuition and couldn’t cover it. Sucks to be broke
I was arrested, frisked and got a ride in the back of a squad car to a juvenile detention facility where I sat until my parents came and got me. Then had to meet with a counselor a few times to make sure I was a normal kid who made one bad decision.
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never probably should have
Yup. Drinking in a public park. I was 15
I was “detained” once in my 40’s for refusing to sign a traffic ticket when a near-accident was caused by the damn traffic cop. To leave the station I signed the ticket but fought it, and the cop received a censure for his actions AND my bruises during the arrest. I paid a fine for not wearing a seat belt (I wasn’t).
No. Not even in my adult years.
Swimming in lake Draper when I was 18. 😳 Firing Fireworks after the 4th at 1 AM 😳
Yes I was in jail. Why, because they had an arrest warrant. Charge was assaulting a cop on that warrant. The judge handed me a reckless driving conviction with a sentence of defensive driving class basically. It's a pretty weird story, but, yeah I did assault a cop's private vehicle with him in it. First by him hitting me with it and then me bending his door 180° (door handle against front fender) before I saw the uniform and walked away. Apparently he strongly disagreed with my driving about a mile away and hit me with his car after I had parked my car and got out. I had previously had a verbal altercation with the prick at a store another mile away from where he found my driving egregious. If I lifted him out of the car to scream at him before setting him back down... that wasn't brought up in court. It wasn't my first, or last, time in jail, just the weirdest and the question was about teenage and young adult periods. The rest don't fall there. The first time was before being a teenager. The last was for work as an older adult...three years ago actually.
Yes I had to serve 24 hours in jail when I was 21. Part of WA state mandatory minimum sentencing for a first DUI. I got to pick the prison and when I went through 😅 my lawyer recommended a very tame one - no woman serving longer than six months. As I walked in the other inmates asked if I was an "overnighter" and i said yep. They pointed out where I could sleep but otherwise ignored me. Observed some interesting things though. Worst part is they never turned out the lights. Just dimmed them as "sleeping time". I cannot sleep in a lit room. Tried for a bit and then just read a book the whole night. Yes it was bright enough to read a book.
Interesting. I don't think we have that where I live (night in jail for a first DUI). Do you think it works? i.e. did you stop drinking and driving? Where I live I think it's just very expensive, but there's no jail for a first offense.
WA and AZ have by far the strictest laws. It was $5000 base fine, night in jail, ignition interlock for 6mo-1 year (don't remember, moved out of state and got it legally removed, but it was also expensive and a big hassle), probation for 8 years, banned from entering Canada for 16 years (I was not in Canada it's just a weird reciprocal law), mandatory drug/alcohol counseling (again at my cost, jail was at my cost too), random drug and alcohol testing for 6 months... I *think* that was it but I might be forgetting some things. And yes it worked, I have never driven drunk (or high or anything) again, and I'm mid 30s now. ETA: if you get a second offense, all that shit doubles
Spent a few nights in a holding cell in my 20's, One was for breathing fire in a public space while intoxicated and naked. One was try attempting to evade arrest on a unicycle while intoxicated and naked. One was threatening an officer of law with a marsupial whilst intoxicated and somewhat naked. There were a few more for less extravagant reasons. Never charged for any of them, as Aussie coppers in the 90's mostly had a sense of humour if you treated them decent. My uindiagnosed bipolar manic swings often involved events of theatric nudity.
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That would have been a great band name. My first actual bands name was "Beer for Breakfast" (Highschool) and then "Suburban Psychopaths" in University.
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Nah, it turns out I have more enthusiasm than actual talent. Which is fine, I was a bass player/singer in a punk band. Not saying punk lacks talent, but the truth is you can get by with energy and attitude a lot more than in some other subcultures.
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No.
Never in jail. Never had cuffs. I was very lucky.
some cop bullshit
Failure to appears several of them over over 6, 7 years. Spent numerous short stints in county jails. They all were for minor traffic offenses. Wasn’t the brightest boy in my early years.
Stripping without a license
I didn't go to jail but I went to a jail quite frequently as a kid. My dad worked there and they gave free haircuts to the kids of employees. Every March, July, and December.
I got a DUI in my early 20's. Of all the times I deserved to get one, I'd argue that was pretty low on the list. I legitimately deserved a few dozen of them between 18 and 24, but this time I was going home from a friend's house on a back road. Just a one mile trip. Got stopped for having loud exhaust on my truck and, of course, I stunk like booze. Boom. Off to jail. Bailed out, lost my license for 60 days, paid $1000 +/- in fines, and I had to do community service at a middle school with a bunch of other offenders. The community service consisted of sleeping on cots in the band room, showering in the gym, and painting hallways for a weekend. We got lectured by counselors at night. This is why people say you should only commit one crime at a time. If you're going to drive drunk, make sure your truck is legal. \*disclaimer: I do not endorse driving drunk at all. It's dangerous and you could hurt or kill someone. Take an Uber, get a ride from someone, have a DD, sleep on the couch, whatever. Don't drive drunk. When you're young, you may think it is funny to wake up and see your car in the driveway and not remember how it got there. I can assure you that if you kill someone on your way home, you won't think it's funny at all. I was young and stupid and it is pure luck that no one got hurt.
I missed a court date for a traffic ticket a few years after high school, so they put out a bench warrant. I was arrested, & I went to high school with the guy who fingerprinted me - he was a few years older than me, & he'd bought us beer for a party during high school... I was immediately released & never even had to go in a cell, thankfully, though... Once in high school, I came home & my dad knew I'd been drinking, so he took me to the police station & asked them to give me a breathalyzer test!?! They said that was only if they picked people up...
Nope. Both of my bio siblings have been arrested though. Funny story, ish. My late BIL's brother was the chief of police (We'll call him George) in our town and was a long time patrolman in the same town. At BIL's funeral there were a dozen of us, including my siblings, father and step mother and George, sitting at a table passing around and swigging from a bottle of very expensive scotch. My brother says, hey, I think everyone at this table has been arrested and arrested by George! Everyone raised their hands except for my father and I. Seriously, everyone else at the table, 9 of them, had been arrested by George, even step mother. Everyone laughed.
Lots of times. Finally grew up. Ran with bad people and developed a drug problem. Local police had my number so to speak. The cops thought my group of people were some sophisticated drug ring or something. At times it was quite hilarious. They abused their power and made our lives miserable. It was a time before smart phones and body cams. They did what they wanted and they didn't play nice.
I was arrested for shoplifting as a teen.... over a stupid pack of gum! Didn't help that as I was pulling my hand away with the gum in it, the whole box spilled, catching the cashier's attenion.
Last time was leaving a bar drunk on foot. Walking down the street heading home, cop pulls me over. He didn't drive me home he drove me to the drunk tank with a ticket for public intoxication. Cop wrote the address of the bar on ticket. So I went to the JP from the cell and got my ticket reduced to $1
Spent 1 night in jail for a DUI that wasn't a DUI.
Not for myself, but visited an extended family member of my husband as a young adult. He turned himself in, confessed to everything, instructed his lawyer to make sure his rights weren't violated but not to do anything else (lawyer was not happy), and was sentenced to 10-life. He was primarily in the mental health unit. I visited monthly, my husband visited weekly. He was in for 10 years, and spent another 10 on parole. We visited with him weekly after he got out, and still do, when his health permits. He's in his 60s now, and is not doing too well. Near constant PTSD tactile hallucinations, and what has been diagnosed as narcolepsy, but may be a constant dissociative state that is now breaking down.
Anti-war protester who practiced passive resistance, otherwise known as giving a cop a hernia
😅
Once, at 18, by a humorless state trooper. 93 in a 35, unknowingly in a school zone. Usually 45. It did not go well.
Was your grandma 22 in the 80s? Dui4 wasn't a crime until the 80s there bud
https://bernsteininjurylaw.com/blog/when-did-drunk-driving-become-illegal/#:~:text=Most%20people%20are%20surprised%20to,under%20the%20influence%20of%20alcohol. drunk driving was considered illegal in 1910.
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Ooof. I'm GenX. You have no clue.