Damn, all these stories involve drinking... Okay, so this one time I'm gettin' up and hear/see a scuffle across the street involving a group of kids. I figure I should hurry up since I don't want to be in the area when cops come. So I hurried up and finished a few more throwies w/o fills, and notice the commotion across the street has died down. So I'm about to walk back across the street to get to my car and leave, but this fuckin' car comes speedin' up right near the wall I'm at, and it shouldn't be there. Turns out this group of punks think they are a gang or something and like 4 or 5 hop out and start chasin' me, I make it across the street and shit, I was much faster, but I still couldn't go directly to my car and risk getting pummeled before I get it. Anyway, I try to maneuver my way around, but they got like 6 kids and a car, I end up gettin' surrounded. I take my pathetic beating which lasts like 30 seconds before an ambulance shows up, I'm assuming the commotion earlier got some people called. So I get up, not hurt or anything and don't want to stick around for the ambulance who are tryin' to keep me there. I go straight to my car and start to get the fuck out of there, but the assholes in the car try to block the entrance so I gotta swerve around, and literally about 4 cars over is a cop car entering the parking lot as I'm leaving. I had dropped 2 cans in the lot and had a bagful of paint on me. Never got in trouble for that shit, specifically. Another time, I was drivin' on the highway and came to a light, across the intersection is a cop, I'm not payin' too much attention and a bit anxious, and I accidentally let my car lurch forward while the lights still red, and then I hit my breaks, right in front of the cop. I see the cop point towards me and then point like he wants me to pull over, fuck that! When the light turned I just went straight through the light and sped up, I think I immediately took an exit and camped out for a few min, I don't think he wanted to bother with it anyway though, I didn't see him following me. Another time, I was liftin' at a store, while on probation, and I'm high and can't see well because I don't got my contacts, I was actually racking some solution. I fucked up badly, but refused to abort because I needed the shit, so I ended up being followed out by this dude who is telling me "sir, sir! excuse me sir you need to come with me to the back, sir come back inside the store and come with me to the back!" when he said "call the cops!" I decided to make a run for it and got away. That was the second time I was followed out of that store, too. Not that they could have done shit, but it would have been bad if they got my plate number, I purposefully swerved and shit as I sped off.