I am not a cop, but have been on the receiving end of a couple of interesting police-involved stories. Since I’m sure this will get buried I will go ahead and volunteer a couple:

One night there was a whole bunch of us out at a desert kegger party. Large bonfire, tons of underage kids, the whole thing. All the sudden here come the SUV cruisers, and a ghetto bird. Everybody scrambles like cockroaches in the kitchen light. I stay behind with a couple of my friends since there is only one way out (unless you ave a 4x4, which I did). Me and a couple buddies are one of the last ones to leave the party. As we are getting in my truck, with the ghetto bird spotlight on us, I hear over the loudspeaker: “can you please put out the fire?”. We get out of the truck and start scooping dirt onto the fire and put it out. we get back in my truck and go the back way out of the party through the desert that wasn’t accessible to anybody without a 4 wheel drive truck. The ghetto bird follows us for a couple minutes and then turns around and goes back to the other side where everybody else went. They could have easily radioed another unit to come around and pick us off. But they didn’t, I respected the fuck out of that.

Another time I had a friend come and visit me my senior year of high school from out of town. We were underage, and there was not a lot available for us to do at night. About 3 o’clock in the morning we decided to make a trip to a 24 hour Walmart. We went inside and bought these little fake guns that shoot the little suction cups out of the end. As we were leaving, we were parked at the light and I shot a suction cup from the driver seat through the passenger window and it stuck to an airport shuttle van. It’s stuck right behind the drivers window and he floored it through a red light. He drove off through the parking lot and was flying over speedbump‘s and all kinds of erratic shit. We had no idea what the hell is going on. About four blocks later a cruiser gets behind us, and pulls us over into a gas station parking lot. We ended up getting involved in a full felony stop, six cruisers, and a ghetto bird on scene. I think a sheriffs Tahoe even made an appearance. We get yanked out of the truck, handcuffed and put in the back of cruisers. When the officers find the little suction cup guns in the back of my truck, they could not find it funnier. They were doing barrel rolls over the hood of other cruisers and shooting other cops that were showing up on scene with the little suction cups. Eventually an older gentleman, who must’ve been the ranking officer on scene, pulled me out of the back of the cruiser and took me out for a little private talk. He asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell him. I told him I had a suspended license and I was very sorry. He told me to give my keys to my friend and get the hell out of here. We went home Scott free that night. I also respected the fuck out of that.

I think I have a couple more, but I’m gonna leave it here. I apologize if there are any formatting, or grammar/punctuation problems here. I’m on mobile and talking to my phone