All the DWI/Jail threads got me wondering. Have you ever spent the night in the slammer? If so, let's hear your story. I have on 1 occasion... I was with some friends while in college and we were driving around Houston looking for a place to park for a show we were going to at Numbers. We couldn't find anything, and I really had to piss because of all the beers I had counsumed on the way down from Huntsville. We decided to stop at the Stop N Go on Westeimer and Montrose, but the guy told us to leave. So we decided to go behind the Stop N Go. Right as I'm shakin' the dew off my lilly, 2 cop cars pull up, guns drawn, and yell at us to FREEZE. I think they thought we were doing something else (considering what part of town we were in...) and when they found out we weren't, they got pissed off and took us down anyway. The look on my girlfriends face as she saw me being driven off in the back of a cop car was priceless. Me and my buddy were laughing in the back of the car and the cop told us to shut up because it wasn't funny. "What would your Grandparents think about you doing that?!?!?" is what he said. I couldn't figure out if he was serious or not. My girlfriend finally bailed us out at about 6am the next morning. I had to pay $250 for 'indecent exposure' (LOL). The next time we went on a road trip, my friends brought along a plastic bottle just for me.
ima_drummer... I don't see how you could do that to H-Town... Piss on you for pissin' on my town, freaker... Never a day, never a night. Never been in trouble with the law. I don't see how people can get into that... sometimes NEEDS, sometimes silliness... Good times. "A good friend will come bail you out of jail........... but, a true friend will be sitting next to you saying, 'Damn we f*cked up!!!!' "
Yep all night long damnit, and it still pisses me off to this day. I started off in the Lubbock city jail - then transferred to county (which was far worse). I was in there with drug dealers, thugs, and all kinds of scary mother fu**ers. Ive never been so scared in my life! I had to wear the jumpsuit with the nasty flip flops. What the hell? All of this for criminal trespassing.... Basically I was at a huge apt. party in college (I seriously had only 1 beer mind you) the cop told me to leave, I went to a friends apt. on the other side of the complex. He showed up and told me I was under arrest for criminal trespassing. Flippin' idiot! Then I started crying like a little girl in the back of the cop car.
Drewdog, wtf, you got arrested while at your friend's apt just chillin' or were you outside causing some kind of "rucous"?
I've spent rouglhy a little more than three nights in the clink. The first time, I was 15 and at some underage country dance club in Montgomery Co. My buddy had borrowed his Grandparents truck, I do not know whether he had their permission or not but nevertheless, we had a truck. We stopped, picked up our GFs and were out for an night of underage drinking and debauchery. The night started off poorly as on the way down there, Trey was speeding in the fast lane and flashing his brights at people to get them to get out of the way. One guy in a Ford Explorer took offense and started trying to run us off the road, My buddy, and you had to know him, was a smaller kid whose parents weren't around thus his living with his Grandparents was never one to back down from anyone made motion to the guy to pull off the road and onto the feeder. When the guy pulled onto the feeder we rolled up next to him with my side of the truck, passenger, being directly adjacent to the driver of the Explorer. As soon as I looked over the guy had .38 snubnose revolver poited at me, not more than five feet from my face. Then the guy said something to the effect of I'm going to give you the count of five to get the hell out of here before I start shooting. I was telling my buddy to get the hell out of there while this douche was counting to 5. The whole time my buddy is talking trash to this dude. Luckily and probably because the guy saw a truck full of kids he got to five and decided it better to speed off than shoot a truck full of kids. So we get to the club and finish off the cooler in the parking lot before going in. We were all pretty smashed at this point and only stayed in the club for an hour at most. We decided it was time for another beer run before the midnight deadline, so me and my buddy and another friend from school hop in Granny's truck and go out searching for a gas station that would sell us more beer. Score, we got more beer and were heading back to the club which should be about to close to pick up the girls and drink the beer. On the way there, we passed a cop going the other way. I never even noticed him passing by but my buddy did and said something like Shoot, he is going to light me up. Just as I turned around I see the cop making a huey and heading back in our direction; not long after that he did indeed light us up. We had a pretty good distance between us and the cop so my buddy hung a quick right into a neighborhood. The cop caught up pretty quick as we were darting through the residential area. We came to a hard left turn with about a six foot burn built up upon which were some railroad tracks; my buddy tried to make the turn but the tires never grabbed and we skidded up onto the burn and the truck got stuck. Both the passenger and and driver doors flew open almost before the truck was stopped and my buddy and I bailed out and took off running. I remember running up the burn and over the tracks and looking back and seeing only one cop chasing me. I was having a tough go of it though in wranglers and cowboy boots, I decided to run back over the burn vback to the side where the truck had crashed. This time when I cleared the burn and looked back there were around ten cops chasing me and screaming for me to get on the ground. Figuring my goose was cooked I laid down on the ground. As I lay there, I was on my belly with my face turned so that i was looking at the cops. One of the cops stepped on my face and told me not look at him. So I was cuffed and being walked back to the patrolman's car where I see the friend from school already sitting in the back and my buddy standing there in cuffs with about five additional cops. Once at the station we were all booked with MIPs, luckily, and our parents were called. I seem to remember the fine being around $120. Once my parents got there they put me in the car and began the LONG ride home. I think a little part of my folks died that evening. My mom was crying and Dad never said a word the whole ride home; lucky for me because he probably would have killed me. That's it, that's the story of my first arrest, like I said I was arrested twice more but with out gonig into too much detail about those; i can offer one piece of advice, don't be a smartass when the cop asks if you have anything in your pocket that is going to stick them and especially don't tell them it's a needle and you are HIV positive. Ended getting booked into city jail with it on my record and being into the special holding cell with all kinds of sexual deviants. God, I still fear going back to city because you know that type of stuff never goes away. As I was being transfered to county, I aksed a female guard what the red braclet I was wearing meant and she told me it was designation for IV positive prisonors. I ripped that b**** off ASAP and was back in general poulation over at county. Sorry about this mess that is my writing, I am no good at it. Stay cool and out of jail.
How come I have NEVER seen flyers inviting the rest of us to that "Fun Night At The Big House Downtown" event?
5 times that I can remember. The funniest is when I was 17. I was with a few other guys that summer driving my new 88 mustang gt convertible (well it wasn't mine, my dad worked for Ford Areospace so we got these lease Ford cars all the time) and were were going one from one party to another in Clear Lake. We happened to go past Clear Lake high school. Back then it was way more secluded. I stopped at the stop sign in front of the school and a couple of guys who had just graduated "shot the bird" to the school saying "see you later cl high school, I never have to see you again' blah blah blah. I then proceeded to smoke my tires, doing a 360 from a standstill before I took off down the road. Well unbeknownst to us the High School had been burglarized the night before so the police were there in their cars hiding, staking the place out. They saw the whole thing. But they thought that we knew they were there. From their viewpoint, they saw some guys pull up, shoot the bird at them, do a 360 in their car, then haul ass down the road. So I'm driving down the road and I glance in the mirror and 3 cops cars come blazing out of the smoke. I pull over and the cops get out with their guns drawn, shotguns and everything. They arrest us, and in the car on the way to jail, I told them what was going on. I could see them glancing at each other like "Oh, they weren't shooting the bird at us etc. they are just stupid kids". So they just took us to the local jail and called our parents to get us, and I only got a ticket for exhibition of acceleration. The thing that sucks it that I now know who burglarized the school and he never got caught. Hey voodoopope, if you read this ask your brother in law about it. I'm pretty sure he was with me.
