Why my town sucks. A short true-story about my run in with the cops earlier tonight.

So I KNOW that this is super-long guys, but please just take the 5 mins you need to read this. I did my best to write it like an actual story to make it interesting for you, and I'm anxious to hear how you respond to both the story and questions. All of this took place tonight, mere hours ago.

This story and the following questions have little if anything to do with possesion charges- currently I am more concerned about everyones favorite issue, curfew. I live in a small suburb and here, curfew starts at 11PM, and goes until 5AM. It applies to everyone, including adults. Tonight I was bored and decided to walk over to one of my good friends houses around 3AM (we do stuff like this all the time). I was nearing his house, when I noticed a cop who passed me more than once (whenever he did, I would run behind the solidest cover I could find, and I can say with confidence that there is no way he could have seen me). To be safe, I started making my way through backyards walking paralell with the road.

I'm going to interject here for a moment, to describe the layout. I was heading north and walking paralell to a road on the east side of it. I will henceforth be refering to this road as "Road A". Road A ended about 100yrds to the north from where I started walking through yards on a VERY main road in our town that runs perpendicular to it, basically if "T" was these two roads, I started in at the bottom, to the right of the road. This main road will be "Road B". Imagine that there were several more roads running paralell to Road B, but only on the west side of Road A. My friend lived on the last street before Road B, with the back of his house facing that, and the front facing south. My friends road will be "Road C". I hope I explained that articulatly enough...


Anyway, when I got to the end of Road C (still on the east side of Road A, behind the houses remember), I peeked out from behind a trailer to see if it was clear and safe to cross, when I was immediatly tagged by a search-beam. I ducked back quickly though, so I don't think they saw me then. At this point, I decided to do some recon, and felt a sinking feeling when I discovered that there were TWO cop cars, one at the far south end of Road A facing north, and one at the intersection between Roads A and B, facing east, and that one had it's searchlight pointed down Road A. The other one had all it's lights off, but would occasionally flash his searchlight over it's surroundings. The AB car was also talking through it's PA system. I tried to get closer to hear what he was saying, but it was far too distorted to tell, even at close range. That bitch was probably trying to tell me to give myself up.... fuckin pigs. Not likely.

At this point, I wasn't more than 60-70 feet from my friends house. Making a mad dash for it flashed across my mind more than once, but I would literaly HAVE to be mad to attempt something like that. AB cop was only about 60-70 feet away from me, and seeing as I am somewhat out of shape, I smoke about a pack a day, and I had not eaten anything in days due to the speed binge I was on, I knew I couldn't trust my lungs at all, and also that crippling leg-cramps were inevitable if I tried to run (from the lack of potassium). By now, the cop without it's lights on was directly in front of the house I was behind, with his spotlight trained on it. Light was streaming past both sides of the house, and the night was so humid that I could actually see what resembled a luminesent wall. However, this was one wall that I dared not approach. I frantically called up my friend, he has a dog that will playfully run away if you act like you want to catch it, so I asked him if he would be able to create a minor distraction for me. All he would have to do, is chase his dog right into the middle of the two cops and say it ran off when he let it out. The time it took either cop to talk to him and the probability that both would be focused on him during said time would have made it far easier to cross the road and get to his house safely.

As soon as he picked up his phone, I outlined my situation to him, and explained how he could get me out of it. He then explained to me, "Fuck you, I'm not doing that." In his defence, he was most likely quite stoned, and I do not blame him one single bit for not doing this. Before I could try to counter him with MY, "Fuck YOU, do this shit!" argument, I heard one of the most terrifying sounds I will probably ever hear. From the direction of the AB car, I heard a sharp, angry-sounding bark that could only belong to my towns K9 unit.

Only a few other times have I ever felt fear as primal as that. Living your life as the predator (or at least not the prey) and then suddenly finding yourself playing the role of the hunted might very well be the worst feeling in the world. Suddenly, I saw everything in a sureal clarity, probably only comparable to putting on a pair of extra-strength perscription glasses, without which you are virtually blind. I saw every speck of dust suspended in mid air as if it was pinned there by the light. The springy lawn I was on was no longer just a carpet, it was an incredibly extensive army of solitary blades of grass, each one standing out individually. Everything became quite except for the incessent barking of that God-aweful dog, and the equally ominoussound of the two motors running. I became icey-cold, even though it was one of the hottest and humidest nights all year. It was as if everything had fallen away into nothingness. Everything that is, besides the imminent danger..... and something else. Somehow, I found myself suppressing my initial panic, and letting my regular calm, calculating demenor take control. A normal person would most likely have fled instantly, the way a deer does when it hears a loud noise that startles it into flight. I am more thankful than ever for my ability to handel myself in situations like this. The other thing that I was noticing besides my potential fate, was a brighter, more hopeful path. I thought to myself, "I can get OUT of this!!!"

I am almost 100% sure that the vast majority of cops will not venture onto someones property, especially as deep as the backyard unless they are following a dog, or they have a visual on someone. As long as they didn't ever SEE me, they were basically confined to their squad cars. The only thing that i was substantially worried about, was the K9 unit- if that dog had caught me and tackled me (or whatever they do), I would have probably died from sheer terror alone (don't get me wrong, I love some dogs, so long as they arn't yappy, and are not trying to attack me and bring me to justice, like some half-crazed vigilante with a lust for blood, who never bothered to learn how to read people their rights, or even exercise anything resembling restraint).

I started to jog due east through more yards, and even a small creek. I kept repeating to myself that as long as they didn't see me, I was fine. They didn't have to see me if I wasn't on a road. I'll be fine. I'll make it. I crossed the first road without incident, but when I was approaching the second road between me and my sweet, sweet house, I heard yet another noise that made me drain my (now depleted) adrenaline reserves. The barking had grown relatively distant now, but there was no mistaking the sound of squad car AB roaring steadily closer to me along Road B. I tried to will the sounds intensity to peak at somepoint and grow softer, as if it had been summoned to go and bother some REAL criminals, but to my despair, it turned south onto the road right in front of me. I dove behind a low-stone wall right as that now-familiar spotlight took an enormous chunk of darkness away right where I had been less than a second earlier. He kept the beam trained on the wall for a moment that felt like an eternity, not just like he had a hunch, or caught a fleeting glimpse of my dissappearing act out of his periferials, but as if he KNEW where I was. For those few horrible seconds, I felt like the light was so strong that it could even penitrate the solid limestone slabs that were shelterig me. In the end though, shelter me they did. Finally, the car moved on, making a right (west) at the first turn. His light could not reach me from that side of the houses, and after a Copley more endless seconds, he sped off into the night. The dog was still fairly distant sounding, so I took this chance to give my usless lungs, and cramped up legs a brief repreve.

The night continued on like this for about an hour or so, when what was normally a 15 minute walk transformed into a cruel game of "cat-n-mouse" straight out of a sadists wet-dream. I eventually stopped seeing and hearing cars, but the spiteful sound of the dog stayed with me right up until I got home. Sometimes it was soothingly distant, and others it got so close I felt like I could smell it's breath. Looking back, I am more grateful than I thought possible that I never had the displeasure of encountering this foul animal. I never even laid sights on the cursed thing, and thank God for that, as well as my safe and un-ticketed return home in general.

I hope that you enjoyed this article, I think I started it off quite sloppily, but it got better after a couple paragraphs.
I wrote this in the first place to basically bitch about my towns police department, laws, and commend it for having a more than ample supply of flora that was think enough to protect me from the dreaded searchlights.
Another reason I wrote this was to hopefully inspire you to leave me with your own stories, any tips or tricks for making this easier, and finally, any suggestions on what I could have done better tonight.
Please leave me with some great posts, and THANK you for taking the time to read all that, was it worth it?

 

Where do you live that there is a curfew like that, a police state? If your 18 or over you can go where you want at whatever time you want, unless your in the corrections system IE; jail, parole.

I would find a new place to live, but it's good you got away.

 

that was a lame story bro