BUSTED
gSteph
The view from the other side of the room
Do you have any amusing ‘arrested’ stories? Could be either club or real life related. I’ve got a couple.
Young twenties – I’m at a party at this large rambling property, keg and bonfire outside, music blasting from the house. A dozen or so of us are in this large outbuilding because a: it’s slightly warmer, and b: someone has a bag of weed and is rolling joints.
Suddenly, “Loran” burst through the door, he’s hyper excited, already drunk, spewing his story: car problems, had to get to party, directed a cab nearby, and then bolts on the driver without paying, ran, jumped a few fences, crossed a park, made it! He’s still blabbing when there’s a knock on the door. He opens it without looking, still yammering, and this big arm in blue reaches in and jerks him out the door.
We hear his drunk ass protesting, “It’s not me, Man, you got the wrong guy, you couldn’t have got here that fast, you don’t even know what I look like, go ahead, describe me!” We hear the cab driver go “that’s him”, cuffs click shut and “Loran” dragged off.
The other one is closer to home. 11pm, wife and I are recovering from a marital delight. One of the good ones, where you’re gasping for breath, imagining you see stars - and colored lights? I stagger to the window, look through the blinds, and there’s a sheriff’s car, our old Volvo, and our first born son in the driveway; son is clearly failing the drunk driving tests. By time I get dressed and out there, honorable son is being put in the squad car. I confirm identities, get my Volvo keys. Son is looking at me pleadingly. “What time will juvenile release him?” I ask deputy. “About 10”, he replies. “See you about 11”, I say to unhappy son, and go back inside to warm up.
Young twenties – I’m at a party at this large rambling property, keg and bonfire outside, music blasting from the house. A dozen or so of us are in this large outbuilding because a: it’s slightly warmer, and b: someone has a bag of weed and is rolling joints.
Suddenly, “Loran” burst through the door, he’s hyper excited, already drunk, spewing his story: car problems, had to get to party, directed a cab nearby, and then bolts on the driver without paying, ran, jumped a few fences, crossed a park, made it! He’s still blabbing when there’s a knock on the door. He opens it without looking, still yammering, and this big arm in blue reaches in and jerks him out the door.
We hear his drunk ass protesting, “It’s not me, Man, you got the wrong guy, you couldn’t have got here that fast, you don’t even know what I look like, go ahead, describe me!” We hear the cab driver go “that’s him”, cuffs click shut and “Loran” dragged off.
The other one is closer to home. 11pm, wife and I are recovering from a marital delight. One of the good ones, where you’re gasping for breath, imagining you see stars - and colored lights? I stagger to the window, look through the blinds, and there’s a sheriff’s car, our old Volvo, and our first born son in the driveway; son is clearly failing the drunk driving tests. By time I get dressed and out there, honorable son is being put in the squad car. I confirm identities, get my Volvo keys. Son is looking at me pleadingly. “What time will juvenile release him?” I ask deputy. “About 10”, he replies. “See you about 11”, I say to unhappy son, and go back inside to warm up.
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A few hours later I get parked at the church across from the bar where the party is being held and start putting on my new suicide vest costume as I cross the street. Next thing I know I see red and blue lights flashing and as I look to my right two cops are jumping out of their car with the guns drawn yelling at me to get on the ground.
I spent the next 45 minutes laying face down in the middle of 6th street while the cops keep their guns drawn but stay 25 feet away from me as more cops and first responders show up and clear everyone out of the bar through the back.
Eventually the bomb squad shows up and after 30 more minutes they decide the "bomb" wasn't dangerous. I still got taken to the station and booked for disorderly conduct because my costume "incited public panic."
The charge got thrown out by a judge 6 weeks later but it still wound up costing me over a grand in attorney fees.
Leaving the mess hall we see a C-141 parked on the tarmac about 50 yards away with one of those moveable stair things pushed up to it. Bunch of guys working on the plane, maintenance I guess. There wasn't really a fence, just like stanchions with droopy chains hanging in between, and signs that said something like "Do Not Cross - Authorized Personnel Only." Fuck that, we wanted to check out the plane so we just stepped over the chain, walked over to it, and up the stairs. We were in uniform so what are they gonna say, right?
We get on board and start looking around. After a couple minutes one of the guys asks for our passes or badges or something. We were honest and said we just wanted to see the aircraft. He was like, "You can't be here. You better get off." No problem, we went back to the door and started down the steps. By the time we're halfway down, there's four MP vehicles converging on the plane, two from one direction and two from the other. They get out with guns drawn and start yelling for us to get down on the ground.
We were handcuffed, frisked and separated into different vehicles. Next thing I know I'm sitting at a table in a small room inside a hangar, still cuffed behind my back, with an officer interrogating me and an MP standing by with a loaded M-16 at the ready. I assumed my Sergeant buddies were getting the same welcome reception in other rooms. Found out later, they were.
Well, long story short, we all gave the same honest albeit ridiculous explanation. After a call to our Battalion Commander, they were satisfied that we weren't a threat, just three morons who did something dumb. Then they got us back together and actually took us on board a different plane and gave us a little tour of the maintenance facility. Our BC wasn't as forgiving. We spent the next couple of drills staying back at the armory, cleaning weapons and mopping floors.
The executive we traveled with decided to leave and he starts walking to the parking lot. As he gets to the lot - a bunch of unmarked cars swarm near him - and cops jump out with guns drawn. They take a guy down hard - a few feet away from this executive. Evidently the guy they took down was wanted on several warrants - and he was employed as a temp at a finance company!
It was hilarious to see our prissy male executive trying to act cool after seeing the horror in his face.
About half of us were naked and in the water when 2 police arrived and using a large spot light ordered all of us out of the water. They said they were going to arrest us and called for help. There were too many of us for the Seal Beach jail. They would have to take us to county jail. So they called for back up.
Fortunately the 2 new officers to arrive knew the couple who's house we were having the party at and talked the original 2 to just let us go with a warning. And they did.
One guy managed to escape the order to come out of the water. He managed to work himself down the beach and stay there until the police had left. He showed backup at the house 30 minutes later wearing sea weed to cover himself.
The good ole days...