"Pinched by the Fuzz" This is described horribly...
The other night, me and Paul were up at Cafe Europe
(supreme hellhole)and we ran into Bruce. He was having a rough night so we sat in my car for a while and talked. Me and Paul wanted beer so Bruce went to buy some for us. After getting it, coming back, and having a few, Bruce wants a pack of cigarettes so I take him to get some. Then he says that he doesn't want to go back to the coffee shop because he's annoyed with Greezy and just wants to talk for a while. So I drive out into Gresham to some random parking lot and me and Bruce sit there for about an hour and a half even though it felt like 15 minutes. The whole time we're talking, I'm drinking beers.
All of a sudden Bruce tells me to start my car and turn on my headlights. We see a cop coming down the road and I get really nervous. He turns around in the parking lot that we had just left and starts to follow us down the road. I stop for a sign and then make a left INTO THE WRONG LANE! I wasn't even drunk! I was just really scared and couldn't help it. So as fast as I can, I get back over into the APPROPRIATE lane, then get pulled over.
The cop gets out of the car and shines his light DIRECTLY on the empty beer cans in my back seat. (I also had a half rack under a blanket in my back seat) He asks for my license and stuff and then goes back to his car. The whole time he's gone, me and Bruce are freaking out. Bruce could lose his job, well...pretty much everything...just for being in my car while I had alcohol.
Anyway, so the cop comes back and basically just tells me not to stop in parking lots when the buildings are closed and lets me go! Apparently, he thought that me and Bruce were vandalizing the place we were parked at.
So yeah, as Bruce puts it, we were officially "pinched by the fuzz."
(supreme hellhole)and we ran into Bruce. He was having a rough night so we sat in my car for a while and talked. Me and Paul wanted beer so Bruce went to buy some for us. After getting it, coming back, and having a few, Bruce wants a pack of cigarettes so I take him to get some. Then he says that he doesn't want to go back to the coffee shop because he's annoyed with Greezy and just wants to talk for a while. So I drive out into Gresham to some random parking lot and me and Bruce sit there for about an hour and a half even though it felt like 15 minutes. The whole time we're talking, I'm drinking beers.
All of a sudden Bruce tells me to start my car and turn on my headlights. We see a cop coming down the road and I get really nervous. He turns around in the parking lot that we had just left and starts to follow us down the road. I stop for a sign and then make a left INTO THE WRONG LANE! I wasn't even drunk! I was just really scared and couldn't help it. So as fast as I can, I get back over into the APPROPRIATE lane, then get pulled over.
The cop gets out of the car and shines his light DIRECTLY on the empty beer cans in my back seat. (I also had a half rack under a blanket in my back seat) He asks for my license and stuff and then goes back to his car. The whole time he's gone, me and Bruce are freaking out. Bruce could lose his job, well...pretty much everything...just for being in my car while I had alcohol.
Anyway, so the cop comes back and basically just tells me not to stop in parking lots when the buildings are closed and lets me go! Apparently, he thought that me and Bruce were vandalizing the place we were parked at.
So yeah, as Bruce puts it, we were officially "pinched by the fuzz."