Twice, for the stupidest reasons ever which I won't say. Harris country jail is $#!+... Talk about a grimy ass place. Both times got bailed out, both times seemed like Harris county purposely worked as slow as they possibly can to get you processed (Think DMV on crack).. The people in there are garbage. It's like a mall for low-lifes, where everybody know eachother's names and socializing/catching up like sitting in jail is nothing.. The whole place is negative energy, from the loser powertripping cops to the criminals who wonder why their lives are so f-d up yet they're having the time of their lives in jail.
I will one day own a jail and incarcerate all poor people. I will also incarcerate everyone who leans over the spit shield at Subway to point at the meat and vegetables they'd like in their sandwich.
I had an 8 year stay in the California State Mental Hospital for the Criminally Insane in Atascadero, California. I frequently punctuate my commentary with fits of nervous laughter, which in turn unnerves people. I have murdered 150 men, women, and children according to the police, but I was never convicted of any of those murders in a court of law because the police have never found all of the bodies. And they never will. That is my pledge to you. I am also a great conversationalist, botanist, and card player.
I spent a day in Harris County. It was for a warrant on a 5 or 6 year old ticket. I only was in a holding cell the entire time, never went to "real jail". But similiar to other people's stories, it seemed like a reunion to many people in there. Also, you see how and why criminals have no fear of going to jail. I mean, it was like a vacation to some people in there. I did see one fight in there. It was over the phone. The guards came in and broke it up pretty face with some serious force. The most interesting part was talking to one of the more violent criminals and how he was fine with being locked up, but made it clear that others shouldn't live like he does. So there was some moral fiber there, but just not enough to straighten up.
I did a search for Dallas Thomas posts and got an "Invalid User Name" error. Did I not get his name right?
I've been pulled over so many times that I lost count after 25, but almost all of those were for speeding (and only once for drunk driving which I hadn't been drinking at all that night - it was on a New Year's Eve). BTW, I only have gotten 4 tickets that I know of; I guess I am one lucky b*stard. Anyway, 2 of those times I got pulled over - one was a really stupid reason and the other was a mix-up. The first one was back in '04 when I had a white 1997 Maxima and I was getting gas one morning. Well, as I drove off (and after I paid at the pump), here comes a city cop barrelling down on my ass. I pull off to the shoulder so he could get by, thinking he was going to a wreck but then realize that it is me that he is pulling over! As I am in shock (because I have no idea why I have gotten pulled over - remember I haven't driven far so I couldn't have been speeding), he tells me to go back to the gas station and he was going to meet me there to "talk about it". I go back into the gas station and there were 2 other cops waiting on me! It turned out that this fat hog of a cashier had confused the cop by making him think I was the person who drove off without paying for gas. So, as this revelation is being told, one of the other cops hightails it out of there and gets on the interstate in a futile attempt to get the gas bandit. The cop that pulled me over didn't really want to admit to me that he made a mistake - he was too busy arguing with fattie about her pointing at my car as the one that drove off. After I reminded him I was still here, he finally gave this cocky laugh and begrudingly said, "Looks like there has been a mix-up here." The other time I was coming home from night school in my 350Z and I was sorta racing with other cars. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw this county cop coming out of an apartment complex. My radar detector didn't detect anything but I knew he saw me weaving around. Well, he gets behind me and follows me a good 5 to 6 miles, finally turning on his blue lights once we are on the interstate. He comes up to me and the guy looks like he is about 20 years old - he claims that there are outstanding warrants on me. I just looked at him like he was high and gave him my license. He takes his sweet little time and finally shuffles back to my car and said, "Oh, I thought you were so and so." I then looked at him with a look of "What's the real reason for pulling me over, dude?" He then fessed up that he saw me "driving somewhat recklessly" and he just wanted to make sure that I knew to drive safer in the future. Which I sat there and wondered well why in the ***** did you make up the warrant bs story? So to answer the original question - never been to the jail.
Juan, Search for "DallasThomas" (no space) and I think you will find what you are looking for. IIRC, I think Dallas spent some time in jail for mar1juana possession but it may have been other stuff, too.
Almost. Me and my friend went to a vacant house (for sale) to smoke with his friend who ran away from her mom, so he told her to go there. The house was used by a lot of teens in our neigborhood, and had "$50,000" worth of damages. The neigbors saw us go in through the backyard and called the cops. We started smoking and she wanted a 3some, luckily, I turned it down because I was 18 and she was only 15. She was sitting on the bunk bed with no mattress and said she saw a cop. I didn't believe her until I got up there and saw him a few seconds later talking to the walky talky on his shoulder. We ran to the front of the house, looked out the window and saw the cop car. I didn't know what to do, and they were panicing as well. We went to the kitchen, and I told them I was going to jump the fence, they begged me not to. Without thinking, I opened the back door, ran outside, and jumped the fence into another friend's backyard, the vacant house was behind me. I jumped another fence just to be safe, the vacant house was diagnally across from me. They made it a few seconds later and said the cop saw her jumping the fence, and told her to stop. I don't know why we thought we were safe, we even started laughing about it a little. Out of nowhere, my friend poked his head out of his window (upstairs) and said, what's up. We told him we were running away from the cops and asked him if we could come inside. He didn't believe us and made fun of us. If I wasn't a little high, I probably would have been able to convince him we weren't BS'ing. We heard one of the cops talking to the next door neigbor and saw him walk in his backyard, we knew our backyard would be next. Again without thinking, I jumped the fence so that the vacant house was to the left of me. Then I cleared 5 fences to the right in about 20 seconds-adrenaline-it felt like i was hopping over the fences. I walked out of someone else's backyard and saw the cop car still in front of the vacant house. I walked the other direction, casually, as if it was my house. After walking around another block, I went back to my street and found the guy that was making fun of us saying the cops took my friend and this girl to jail. I didn't believe him. He told me they jumped the fence back to his backyard and hid behind his ac vent. The cop walked in his backyard,had his gun drawn to them and arrested them. I thought they would have followed me since I had been so lucky. When my friend got out a month later with 1 year probation, they tried to give him a bunch of tickets. He didn't rat me out, and said the lady looked at him and knew he wasn't the one who did the damages to her house, so she didn't press charges. They gave him a ticket for possession, since they found the rest of the sweet in the house, and one for evading arrest.
Similar story, I got pulled over in Waco for going 65 in a 60 (just past the Texas Ranger museum). I explained I was on my way to my uncle's funeral in Dallas and he was very nice about it and gave me a warning. As I leave to continue on my way, he puts on his lights and comes speeding up after me again. I pull off the highway this time since there was no shoulder. He comes up again, though this time I can tell he is fidgety and wary. He asks for my drivers license again and goes back to his car. After a few minutes, I hear "all clear" from his radio and he comes back up half laughing. I asked what was the problem? He said that when he called in my license the first time, the dispatcher transposed 2 digits and that the number had come up as "wanted for murder, approach with caution." He was laughing by then and very apologetic. Just my luck. Otherwise, never jailed, never arrested.
Lots of choirboys on ClutchFans! I've been to jail thrice. Each time for the exact same reason. I used to drive a car with no inspection sticker and I would occassionaly be ticketed for it. Usually I would pay the ticket but a few times I missed court due to work and then the tickets would become warrants. The next time I would get pulled over for the sticker, I'd be hauled in on the warrant from the last time. I wanted to get the car inspected, but it wouldn't pass inspection and I was too poor to get it fixed, yet I would still drive the car because I couldn't make money if I couldn't get to work. Basically, I went to jail once a year for three years. I never spent more than about six hours in jail, but of course it felt like days. Jail is the worst place in the world. Eventually, my car burned down and that was the end of that. Good times. I managed to stay out of Harris County and Houston jail. I went to jail in Oak Ridge North, Webster, and Deer Park, in that order. I can only assume that these places are preferrable to anypace inside the loop! The cells were invariably kept freezing cold, both to stave off bacteria and to keep the inmates bundled up in their blankets, docile. Phoning somebody to get out can be tough because in the age of cell phones, who bothers to remember phone numbers anymore? Also, the phones in a lot of jails use this weird collect system where it says to the person you call, "This is a call from X Jail. Do you accept the charges?" Well, you can't call a cell phone collect, so you better hope whoever you're calling has a land line. Bottom line, jail sucks.
OK, now my serious answer… Man, I’m disappointed in you guys. Too many people here have too many “almost” stories. I would have thought a lot more of you had at least spent a night or two in the drunk tank. Come on! In college, we were driving down Westeimer looking for a place to park for a show at Numbers and, since we were pre-gaming (i.e. drinking heavily in the car) all the way from Huntsville, the guys all needed to take a piss. We went into the convenience store near that McDonalds and since the guy wouldn’t let us use the can, we went around back and started pissing in the alley. Just then, a cop car pulled up, lights flashing, guns drawn, and yelled at us to “get on the ground NOW!!!” We were arrested and taken downtown. I will never forget the look on our girlfriends faces when they saw us being driven away in the back of a police car. My friend said something like “what did we do?” and they yelled something about what it would be like if our grandmother’s saw us pissing in an alley ( ) and we spent the night in jail for “public indecency”. Then there was another time in college when I got thrown in jail for breaking and entering. We were trying to get into one of our friends apartment, and in our drunken stupor, we ended up climbing the balcony of the WRONG APARTMENT. Whoops…. The next day, the neighbor ended up not pressing charges because she knew us, but she didn’t know it was us the night before when she called the cops. Good times….
I've been real close a couple times. Back in the early 90's I had Cowboys season tickets but I lived in Houston. 6 am Thanksgiving morning a friend picked me up and we were driving to Dallas to see the game. Just before we got to beltway 8 on 45 north my buddy gets pulled over for speeding. I put the joint I was about to light in the side pocket of my cargo shorts. I also had 7 other joints rolled and they were in my Superbowl seat cushion, in an envelope marked "for back pain", with my wallet, the tickets to the game and some pain pills for my back. My friend was notorious for speeding and getting tickets so I asked him if he had any warrants and he said he didn't think so. He gets out and goes back to talk with the HPD officer. Next thing I know he's getting cuffed then the cop is knocking on my window with the tip of his gun. I get out, he pats me down and cuffs me (missing the joint in my pocket). Then he asks me if I knew there was gun in the glove compartment. "No Sir I didn't." Then he asks me if I new my friend had warrants and a quarter ounce of weed. "No sir I didn't." He then secures the gun and my friends weed and asks me what is mine in the car. I told him the Superbowl seat cushion and all of its contents were mine and we were headed to the Thanksgiving game in Dallas. He then dumps the contents of the seat cushion onto the hood of his car. Checks my ID and runs it. Looks at the tickets. Asks me about the pills and I tell him they are for my pinched nerve in my back he looks at the envelope marked "for back pain" but doesn't open it then puts everything back in the cushion and asks me if I want to go to the Greenspoint substation or downtown. He said I wasn't under arrest but he had to tow my friends car. I was living in the montrose so I opted for Downtown. He put my seat cushion on the front seat of his car and put us in the back (I was still handcuffed) and he took us downtown. When we got there he un-cuffed me gave me the seat cushion and said I was free to go. I went and called my girlfriend (future wife) and told her to come pick me up in front of her office which was in the ward a few blocks away. I walked over there, lit the joint that was in my pocket and watched the squirrels play in the trees until she got there to pick me up. I then called some friends to get my buddy out of jail, caught a plane to Dallas sold my other ticket outside the stadium to pay for my airfare and watched the game then returned home that evening. My friend had the turkey surprise in Jail that day, and I got lucky as hell.
I was mixed up in a bad crowd in high school. We did a lot of drugs, mostly experimental. We had those "friends" that were really just drug dealers. One of my friends ODed and we were trying to take him to the emergency room. One of the "friends" was wigging out on something and was paranoid that the drugs would get back to him. He pulled out a gun. He threatened to kill us if we called the ambulance. He literally had lost his mind. One of my real friends ran and he shot him in the leg. My other friend jumped him and we all started kicking the crap out of him on the ground. We took the gun away from him and just beat the crap out of him. Here's the messed up part: The cops show up and since it was my house, I got arrested for all the drugs in the house. Like big-time felony drugs. The "friend" presses charges on me and my friends for excessive use of restraint(we beat the crap out of him). I get a plea deal to testify that he supplied the drugs, and they bumped my charges down to misdemeanors and I only had to do six months. I am still on probation.
Now, this is the sort of story I was aiming for when I started this thread. This kind of thing happened to a lot of people I went to school with and in the area where I grew up. I'm just glad I didn't give in to the peer pressure I faced on a daily basis.
It was a rough time for me. My friend lived. It was life changing for him. We are still really good friends and talk a lot. I don't really ever see him but once a year or so. Some friends stayed, some went. I learned a lesson and now have a really good life with a good job. I work in financials(thank God the charges got reduced). I graduated college with honors. I'm like the poster boy for turning your life around.
