Ever been arrested?

Discussion Topic

Return to Forum List

This thread has been locked

Messages 41 - 58 of total 58 in this topic

<< First | < Previous | Show All | Next > | Last >>

rlf

Trad climber

Josh, CA

Aug 18, 2010 - 01:18am PT

Clearly a man with a story or two to tell...

Fess up....

Kalimon

Trad climber

Ridgway, CO

Aug 18, 2010 - 01:58am PT

Norwegian,

You don't need no stinkin' job in order to stay connected to the taco! That was a very Brave Tale of Ulysses you were strong enough to share with this forum . . . I personally possess only one tenth of the ball sack you have when it comes to actually exposing my own personal drama and issues in such light. Keep feeling, observing and sharing with us whatever you feel is appropriate and comfortable for you. To hell with what anyone else may think!

rottingjohnny

Sport climber

mammoth lakes ca

Aug 19, 2010 - 12:32am PT

Kalimon....keep sharing whatever you feel is appropriate with us norwegian....but hold the chicken mcnuggies....rj

arsenalcrater

Trad climber

Vista, CA

Aug 19, 2010 - 01:01am PT

Yep, once.

Memorial Day Weekend in '88. We were camping out a Ruth Lake, when drunkenly, we realized we did not have any fire wood. So, we busted up all of the picnic tables we could and used those. In the morning we were woke up to, "You burned up all of my picnic tables!" Sh#t, we were out of there in minutes - and just in time. As we were leaving the camp ground, LEO was pulling in. Got back to the Epitome of Decay and kept partying. Sometime in the afternoon a few hot chicks drove by in a convertable and we started a loud cat call session. They drove away and we continued our consumption. A while later the boyfriends showed up. We started to taunt them when the owner of the house came out with a shotgun; the gun was an empty shell and could not fire, but they didn't know. Within minutes 5-oh arrived with an agenda to take down us hoodlums. I went to the back porch and acted like I was passed out while everyone else ran. Within minutes I was being kicked with a boot and I "woke up". At this point I was cuffed and taken "down town". They proceeded to interrogate me, and I claimed to have "known nothing" as I had passed out from consumption after getting back from the lake. I remember vividly being released and walking by the holding tank and seeing all of my friends yelling and screaming from the holding tanks for me to "get them out!". Two of bros were stun gunned for their attempted fleeing efforts, and one stayed in county for a spell for resisting arrest.

quietpartner

Trad climber

Moantannah

Aug 19, 2010 - 02:32pm PT

Never.

Arrested development since busting my ankle.

Plaidman

Trad climber

South Slope of Mt. Tabor, Portland, Oregon, USA

Aug 19, 2010 - 06:49pm PT

Just twice. Once for jumping the fence at a Heart concert at Portland International Raceway in the late 70's. My dad said he would bail me out of jail once. He did. It wasn't pleasant.

Then when I got a DUI in 1983. I quit drinking as a result. Got tired of paying consequences. Haven't had a drink since.

the kid

Trad climber

fayetteville, wv

Aug 19, 2010 - 08:04pm PT

yup..
TOP OF EL CAP>>>
but it was really just a ticket..

Disaster Master

Sport climber

Arcata / Santa Rosa, CA

Aug 19, 2010 - 10:44pm PT

Yes.

Years ago I took an 80 foot grounder and broke my back. This left me with a little PTSD. I would have recuring nightmares about the fall.

Bills broke me. I was going to be evicted. Just out of the body cast, I decided to give in and do what everyone else in Humboldt does, grow pot.

Months later, I woke up on the floor of my living room, lying ontop of a coiled climbing rope, with four Sherrif Deputies looking down at me like a whak-a -mole halucination. "you got a lot of weed in your house, boy."

"Why the f*#k are you in my house?" I asked, slowly rising to the couch, confused. The TV was knocked over, and on. The house was covered with climbing gear all over the floors.

"Your neighbors heard two people screaming. They thought someone was being murdered. your door was unlocked. We saw you on the floor wrapped in rope. We had to enter and search the house. Who else was here."

"What are you talking about? Just me. I live alone, no guests."

As they moved to handcuff and interigate me I realized I must have been sleep walking, dreaming about my fall. Wake up from one nightmare into a worse one!

Got convicted of felony growing and maintaining a house for distribution. Even though I said I sold only to 215 patients. But I said "Sell" not "Provide" and got the shaft, almost.

Eventually, I got probation. Then years later the conviction was overturned and esponged from my record. Oh, well, just a little more PTSD.

Got cancer now, Legal pot and no cops too. Life goes on for a little longer at least.

Peace,
Disaster Master

mtselman

Trad climber

New York, NY

Aug 20, 2010 - 12:12am PT

Spring of 2006. Kathmandu. Nepal. For over a month we were stuck in the city due to an ongoing revolution. No flights, no buses, no taxis. Curfew hours and constant electricity shutdowns. At first it was exciting. Then we got bored. Eventually decided to do something and staged a demonstration in "support of people of Nepal", calling for peaceful resolution (i.e. nothing directly political against any of the sides.)
Just as we opened our banners in the center of Thamel (Kathmandu's tourist center), a police van with armed policemen arrived and they quickly shoved us into the van and took to the nearby police quarters. Now they had to figure out what to do with us. By law they were supposed to book us for 30 days, but considering that there were 8 people from a few major countries, they could not decide what to do with us. We were later told that the issue percolated all the way up to the cabinet of ministers so by late night we were eventually let go.
At first the situation was extremely tense, but after a while we joined the policemen at the station in playing ping-pong drinking chai. They were mostly very nice guys and it was sad to see how the conflict was forcing them to turn against their own people.
2 days later the king agreed to give back some of the usurped powers and the negotiations started between the king and the members of 7-parties coalition.
On the photo below - my name circled in red. (I was traveling on Russian passport back then as I was not yet a US citizen).

More images from that month in Nepal: http://public.fotki.com/mtselman/the-trip/nepal/revolution/

--Misha

Jan

Mountain climber

Okinawa, Japan

Aug 20, 2010 - 02:32am PT

I remember reading about that in the online Nepalese newspapers which I was reading hourly at that time to see if anyone I knew had been shot yet. I wondered who in the world the brave and crazy foreigners were! Good show!

Who knows, maybe the fact that foreigners got involved helped the government decide it had better negotiate. Shooting tourists would have been the end of the economy and the king for sure. He was out in due time anyway, thank goodness!

gonamok

climber

aging malcontent

Aug 22, 2010 - 06:54am PT

if ya havent been tossed in jail, ya havent lived hard enough

mooser

Trad climber

seattle

Aug 22, 2010 - 10:30am PT

I've almost lived, 'cuz I've almost been arrested a few times.

First two times were for doing nothing about being cited in San Diego for having no motorcycle license or registration. I kind of forgot to do anything about it. First time, I got the warrant in the mail, appeared before the judge, and he sentenced me to three days in jail--suspended on condition that I could pay a $125 fine. My mom joined me in the courtroom, and paid my freedom money for me. Grateful was I! The second time I got a warrant (same reason), I went into the El Cajon courthouse/jail, paid a fine, and walked out hoping no one would follow me and tell me I was under arrest. I'm still looking back every now and again, and that was like 1980, or so.

I've also been the subject of a felony "hot stop" by three vehicles with very scared cops--with guns in hand--yelling orders from behind them (big misunderstanding...just because we had stockings on our heads and rifles in the car), and got held at gunpoint at close range by two cops, and frisked, about 10 years ago.

No time in jail, so far. Phew!

hooblie

climber

from where the anecdotes roam

Aug 22, 2010 - 10:57am PT

well if "almost" is good enough, i'll throw in a case of "volunteered" from an earlier post:

flagstaff is the "go to" town from my digs on the flats NW of there. on a failed subdivision i started accumulating tax deeded parcels from the county when i worked at the grand canyon. i refer to that strange bit of unruly libertaria as the rez for the rest of us. flag's charms are many, often i've thought to myself, "now these are my people"

during the summer of love ('67), i was headed east out of town on old 66, with a notarized note in my pocket from my dad saying i wasn't running away. about dusk the cops picked me up and put me in juvi for safe keeping till i could be interviewed by a "juvenile officer?" in the morning. when i told him my story with all the enthusiasm of youth he got excited too and picked up the phone and had me delivered back out to the east end with much gladhanding and best wishes. seemed like i'd made a friend.

next time thru i was headed to texas for xmas, just weeks till my 18th birthday. it was nighttime and 14 degrees, nippy for a california boy, so i headed uptown. some drunk native guy came boiling out of a bar and grabbed onto me to keep from splashing into the street. refering to the pack on my back he slurred "hey, whoaere ya goin'?" i told him i was headed up to the jail to turn myself in. "whell then, i'll see ya later!" leaving no doubt that he meant in the jail. i didn't explain what a cozy reunion i thought i was headed for, devoid of guys like him.

when i got up there, it was a whole different regime. treated as an adult i think in order to teach me a lesson, i went into a big room with maybe 30 bunks, half filled with the city's least fine. by morning there were twice as many inmates as bunks. it had been a rough night but i was one of the few that wasn't so passed out that i got moved in on.

now when i tip a brew at the mogollon after plying the hallways of the county complex, i think about the old jail, the walk up that hill. i walked up it as a youth and down a little less naive.

xtrmecat

Big Wall climber

Kalispell, Montanagonia

Aug 22, 2010 - 02:43pm PT

Yes, of course I have. But I am much better now.

I think?

The canadian government said I am considered "rehabilitated" when I went across earlier this month.

Bob

rottingjohnny

Sport climber

mammoth lakes ca

Aug 24, 2010 - 01:25am PT

almost arrested....tried to hook up with some friends at keoughs and brought a 6er...never found them and drank the 6 er myself and drove home...began doing thai chai in front of my house on the street...that's when my neighbor walked out with her poodle and saw me standing on one leg....she didn't recognize me , freaked , and jammed back into her house...minutes later the cops showed up panning their searchlight thru the trees and looking for a killer on the prowl....my wife got a call from another neighbor saying there was a man prowling around naked....i pretended that i was worried about the prowler ...soon the fuzz was in my driveway with a flashlight looking around in the dark...i brushed my teeth and walked out to talk to the cop...he wanted to know if i had seen a naked man running around....i told him no trying not to laugh...the next day the neighborhood was all freaked about the naked mystery prowler...i didn't dare tell them i was the culprit and that i was fully clothed....the mystery lives on...rj