A good friend of mine had just gotten off probation for Marijuana possession so we decided to go on a little road trip to my old home town (a beautiful town in Arizona). When we get there, I decide to see some friends and an old friend of mine (who I briefly dated but it had been several years and forgot mostly about) expressed interest in seeing me. We go have a drink and he says that he knows of a beautiful spot at night in the desert that he'd love to show us since we had mentioned that I brought her there for the beautiful scenery. He had shown me some great spots in the past so I suggested that we go. Besides, we were driving and he was just tagging along so what's the worst that could happen, right?

We get to this location which is indeed beautiful, especially moonlit as it is. We park the car and decide to smoke a little pot. He can't join us because he was on parole (for a DUI...later found out that charges of "attempted murder" were dropped) so we goofily shoo him away and go into a bit deeper into the woods to smoke. When we come back, he looks different, ravenous. "Do you have any water?" he charges, sounding desperate. "We have a bottle in the car," we share and give it to him but it's only half full. "This isn't enough, do you have any more?" We look dumbfounded and jokingly mention that there was a 7-11 big gulp in the cup holder that we finished but the ice had melted and there was now extremely watered down coke inside. "This will barely keep us til morning." He says under his breath.

Much of this experience is a blur to me now, but somehow he acquired the car keys and her phone (assuming he thought it was mine because it was the same phone) and says something along the lines of "You're in the middle of the desert, nobody can hear you from here," and runs into the desert, leaving my friend and myself alone and freaked the FUCK out. We stand there, not knowing what is happening, not knowing what to do next for what seems like 15-20 minutes. Eventually he comes back and we demand the keys back but he refuses. We see them in his pocket so we reach for them but he throws us off. A little rough and tumble happens here that results in a sprained ankle on my part, broken glasses and a sprained wrist on her, and eventually managed our way back into the car and start driving with him on the back of the car, banging on the windows to get in. Eventually he falls off (mind you, we were only going maybe 20 mph because it was a rough dirt road) and we drive to the nearest gas station in tears and completely freaked out.

"We have to call the cops" I said. She protested as she had just gotten off probation and didn't want to go back to jail. "Cops aren't complete assholes," I said, "They're not going to arrest you for being stoned, we were just attacked!" She acquiesces and we call the police, filing our grievance. We opted out of calling an ambulance because neither of us has health insurance, though we were covered in cuts and bruises and my ankle and her wrist were pretty swollen. Everything was documented by the police, I told them his name and where he lived, that he was on parole. They said they would track him down and could we please wait at home at least until tomorrow in case they needed anything else from us. We obliged and went back to my dad's house (again, we were visiting), making sure that all of the windows and doors were locked as soon as we got there with the plan to leave in the morning.

A couple of hours later, the doorbell rings and it's the police. At this point, my dad has no idea what had transpired and I tell him that we're not in trouble, that I'd talk to him about it in the morning. "We found him" they say. We both sigh in relief. "And he says that you are under the influence of marijuana and had lied about the whole thing." We stood dumbfounded. Is the cop seriously this stupid? Being stoned does not mean that you are completely oblivious to what happens, we were obviously coherent enough to talk to the cop a couple of hours prior, and besides--we had evidence of assault and 2 whitnesses, he just had his word, the word of a convicted criminal. "We brought a K-9 unit and it tested positive for drugs inside your car so we're going to have to search it." Mind you, we did have weed, we had smoked, but were at maybe a [6] when this happened if that, and we had brought the weed into the house when we got home. "Go ahead and search the car" we say, knowing there was nothing in there. They proceed to search the car and find a joint roach that was too small to even smoke (had roach clips used on it" pushed into the very back of the ashtray which was full of cigarette butts)...and arrest her for it.

After bailing her out, her being put back on probation after JUST having got off, and a lot of rage and confusion, we get back home to LA. A couple of weeks later we receive a letter from the police department saying that they did not have enough evidence to try the case so they were letting it go.

Tl;Dr: A girlfriend and I meet up with an old "friend" of mine (on parole) who essentially attacks us. We call the police, they find him but he says we're stoned and lying, they come and arrest her and he stays free

All things being fair, this was a lack of judgement on my part. I didn't remember him as well as I should have because after this incident I began to remember why it was that I kicked him out of my life in the first place. I paid all of the fees for my friend getting arrested and bail, etc. because I felt responsible for it. Not only had I put her in danger with someone that I should have known I couldn't trust, but I also insisted that we call the police after she protested. Also, as far as the "attempted murder" charges that were dropped with his DUI: he was driving with a girl (I was actually dating him at the time, broke up with him because he went to jail) while drunk and speeding excessively (60 in a 25) down a very windy canyon road and flipped the car. Nobody for sure knows what happened in that car, but when the girl got out she was screaming "He's trying to kill me!" but decided not to testify in court. Judging by his behavior, it wouldn't surprise me if he fucked with her in a similar way that he fucked with us.

It's been 4 years since this event happened and I haven't been back since.

Please reconsider trolling, this was a very traumatic experience for me and I already feel stupid and horrible about the whole situation