recently i was arrested with some friends after we just really smashed this downtown area out and 20 minutes later we are walking and we get surrounded by these cops no where to run on this main drag one way street cops from every direction so we are just like fuck we are sitting ducks and i have a sketch in my pocket for a burner we where going to do but didnt because of the heat well anyways they search all of us, i have like maybe 8 9 scrap cans in my bag, my homie has cans jocked and my other homes has caps and a do em dirty so onward with tthe story they handcuff us and put us in the back of one of the cars al 3 of us in the car and they say dont talk. and they proceed to drive down the street touching tags that are black do em dirty mop tags like every five feet they got out and touched tags so at this point we know they have no clue who we are they ask me what i write i say i only write novels and book reports so then they are like why you have so much paint on your hands and in your bag i say im gonna paint my bike so at this point they realize no ones giving anything up so they drive us around for maybe an hour touching tags and i proceed to tell them the conspiracy theory behind jfk and lyndon b. johnson and we are all baked in the backseat laughing and they say hey mr. history this isnt the discovery channel and i say ooh this isnt cash cab and once i say this they slam on the brakes at this moment to our left are three riot gates... metal curtains, roll downs whatever you wanna call them with all of our throws on them and i get kinda shook b/c im not sure if its cuz of my bad joke or the shit we jus painted then they proceed to drive. so then once they have us on the other side of town complete opposite where they pick us up they let us go, all but one of my friends and they ask him why do you hang around a drug addict referring to me and a retard referring to my baked friend who wouldnt stop laughing and if you tell us what they write we will pardon this whole trip, needless to say he played mr stupid and we all get let go. about 20 minutes later i put my hand in my pocket and i have like 6 kills caps and a sketch that they didnt get so if only that was the 6 grams of bud they took away from us. but the point of my story is ive been stopped and put in the back of these cars but never arrested because its not about outsmarting a cop its about showing them they are dominant acting like a pussy and then out dumming them to the point that they think you are a harmless retard or drug addict. ahhhhhhhhh great times!