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Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by CorrereLaCitta, Mar 31, 2008.
he had a reason.
he thought that the can in his chest was somthing.
i dont think thats reason enough. is it?
cuz any cop could say that someones bulge or something was something and then, in turn, rape you.
ima put it like dis nice and short
i got caought and i aint fucking stopping life is to fucking short to worry bout stuff
they need a certain two words to search you, i forget what they are, but simply they imply suspicion, and a lot of things are suspicious. For example, young people, old people, black people, white people, people out late, people with bags, people with cars, anyone can be up to anything at anytime so really they don't need a reason to search you cos you're always acting suspicious anyway.
However in Australia, searching of pockets and bags doesn't require any warrants or shit like that, saying no is not an option. If police searched my bag or car and found anything incriminating I would just tell them that
I know that I'm not obliged to answer any questions, however, will consider doing so with a legal aid present.
barring a FEW posts this thread should be closed until people have an elementary knowledge of the law, some of this crap will do people way more harm than good, people outside the u.s. i cant comment on, cuz i dont know those laws..
OMG your so fucking hard for telling everyone that....
aight so heres the scoop...
me and my homie decided to go out taggin in our neighborhood. get up cuz there was mad spots to catch. i told this fool "lets go out round 3 to avoid cops" he told me "fuck the cops, wat they gonna do". the sad thing is i listened to him. we ended up goin out round 11. it was a school night and hardly any cops were out. we started the miss by goin and showin the other homie our fresh montana cans, he peeped em but said he didnt wanna go out bombin cuz he had a bad feelin (WHENEVER YOU HAVE A REALLY BAD FEELIN ABOUT ANYTHIN... FUCKING TRUST IT! IM SERIOUS, TRUST ALL INSTINCTS, SHIT WILL SAVE YOUR ASS) anyway back to the story... so we jet from his place to hitt he federal wall (a spot alot of local writers hit). we get there and start taggin, hittin bubble letters and wat not, and its all cool. im a lil nervous cuz federal is one of the busiest streets in denver, and cops swarm like bees outt he hive. anyway, we get off the mainstreet and head into the hood, tag up some residential fences cuz im a hoodlum like that. were walkin down this big ass hill and wen i say big ass hill, i mean BIG ASS HILL (shit atleast we didnt have to walk up it). we stop and hit a spot behind this rv storage facility that holds a gang of shit from rvs, to boats, to atvs, you name it. just as im finishin the outline of my toss, a cop car comes creepin down the hill and flashes his lights. i dive into the bush with my backpack and can still in my hand cuz those cans were like 5 bucks a peice, fuck that shit. my boy dipped unto a drainage ditch, and we hid out like 10 minutes, the cop just drove into the lil area, shine his lights and pulled back. once it was clear me and the homie decided that shit was too close and we should head back to his house to catch the sticks on some madden 06. my dumbass figures the cops wont come patrolin back this way so i decide to go with him. if i woulda followed my instincts, which told me )to stay home in the first place) that i should bounce home and avoid the streets and just hop yards like i normally do. but i ignored those and headed to his house with him. we had everythin on us, gloves, caps, and markers in our pockets, with backpacks full of paint. as were gettin toward the top of the hill just opposite to the one we walked down, a cop in an explorer comes creepin up, flashes his lights and tell us to stop. first thought in my head, fuck goin to jail, and as soon as he opens his door i split into the trailer park with homeboy right behind me. we dip deep into the park, i get tired so i hide underneath a trailer. homeboy comes falling in 10 seconds after i get there. were hidin out for round 2 hours just chillin, the cops keep comin back and fourth lookin round but cant find us, they dont have shit better to do on a week night but to catch taggers so they got the park locked down. my homie got the idea to check and see if the coast was clear, he gets out from under the trailer, peaks around the corner and just as he looks, a cop flashes the flashlight right on his face. he starts chasin him out and around the park and i stay there not trust my instincts once again and just hopin that my homie shows some loyalty. the cops come back like 15-20 minutes later and start searchin the area where they found my homie. his dumbass left the panel on the trailer stickin out so the cop got the idea to search under it. they found me, pulled me out, whooped my ass, found my stash, confiscated my $30 in cash and raided my backpack. they took my cans, my walkman, celly, knife and snikers bar, (no im not jokin, that fat mother fucker was eatin it in the car ride back to the station) no joke i refused to talk and sat in a holding cell for 5 hours and 45 minutes, the max they can hold you is 6 hours if your under 18. they released me to my mom and didnt give me back shit cept for my belt and shoes. said they needed it for evidence. fuck it. i went to court on june 4 and got served 500 hours of community service and a $1000 fine plus $800 in restitution fees. long story short, TRUST YOUR MOTHER FUCKIN INSTINCTS! THREE TIMES I COULDA SAVED MY ASS BUT DIDNT TRUST INSTINCTS.
its been a lil over a year since it happen but im still fat cappin
spray walls while clutchin balls sayin fuck the police captain
yea he snatched my snickers but ill do him one bigger
ill tag the police station sayin "WE HATE ******S"
me and my homies got caught ditching school and smoking a blunt. they searched my backpack and found a tip aka "graffiti tool". so they searched all my papers and found like 3 pages with tagging aallll over it. so they reported my name to the police station and took us back to school. then the pope gave all the evidence to our school cop and as me and my homies were leaving one of em grabbed all the evidence. can they still charge me with no evidence? i already did all my community service for the "graffiti tools" ticket
with no evidence, they cant charge u on shit. it wont even go to court bro, dont ever plea bargin 4 anythin, trust me. unless u murdered ur family, dog, and gradmas special bird, dont plea bargin. it only fucks u over in the long run.
bs. 500 hours.
One time, two of my friends and I were bombing a some pretty chilled out spots at around 9pm, when some guy calls the police, We all just split and went home after that because we hit up like three other spots so ditching one was okay. So I'm at home relaxing when I decide, fuck it, I'll go out again, the cops already came around and are probably stuffing their fat asses back at the station. So I go out with a plastic bag with some cans of black and white. I'm walking down the street when all of a sudden, I see some sirens, the silent ones too which makes it feel even worse. I couldn't run either because there was literally nowhere to run to. So they get out and tell me they got a report for three kids spraying a wall. I just kept denying it asking them what the hell they were talking about. Then they saw my cans. I made up some lame excuse that I was a painter and I was dropping them off for a co worker. Luckily I didn't have any markers or caps. As long as you deny, and do not incriminate yourself, they can't do jackshit, unless you literally get caught red handed.
im on house arrest for 6 month wit 2 years probation......image.....im not going to quit but legals for a bit....
could u leave if ya house was on fire?
Yea...but only if you go 25 feet away from the fire.
i got caught this evening doing a piece behind an abandoned grocery store.
there were five of us. two who were actually painting and three who blatantly were not.
we were each written tickets for $1,092 and charged with Malicious Injury-Real Property.
about 5 cops rolled in and rolled out while we were sitting there.
they took: two black books, about $50 worth of paint, a $1,200 camera, and all of our caps.
we were told that we could contact the owner of the building and talk to him about charges and what could be done to reconcile our vandalism.
my friend and i have both kindof vowed to plead that we were the only ones with paint and are hoping that our other friends will be acquitted of their charges as they were not doing anything illegal except maybe tresspassing.
probably the shittiest part was that the officers were so nice and even commented on how good our work was. and then slapped us with huge fines.
i am very glad my ass didnt get carted to jail, and i understand that what we were doing illegal acts.
if anyone has any positive input at all, i would very much appreciate it.
if anyone has actually ever contacted the owner of the vandalized building or anything like that, how did it go, what did you say if the outcome was positive and what did you have to do in return?
your ass is damn lucky your not sitting in a jail cell or juvie unit right now. where im from you wouldnt get a ticket for graffiti, you'd be in booking until at least you made bail. count your blessings i say.
and i have.
but it's because i have these blessings and because of where i live that i think that i could overcome the whole thing. i know what we did was against the law, and the arresting officer told us that he would be more than happy to take us to jail, but that he was giving us some leniency because the building was so maliciously vandalized with graffiti already.
Ah I put this in another thread in the toy forum because I couldn't find the getting caught thread... well here it is copypasta
My friends and I were biking all over the town... and we were really far away from my house, and going up a big-ass hill. I saw a power box that I could not resist getting, so I hopped off my big and hit it up. I was just about done, when I heard a car coming; I assumed that it was coming around the corner and wouldn't see me, but I finished up and turned around only to realize I was at a 3 way intersection and some mean 'ol douchebag in a raised, gas-guzzling truck stopped the car right in front of me... the following conversation ensued. (Also worth noting: The man looked like Jeff Foxworthy except more pissed off)
Guy: Hey you asshole what do you think you're doing?!
Guy: I what! Where's your little pen you did this with? (Side note: I was using an OTR with an extra large T-Bone nib)
Guy: I should call the sheriff on you little asshole! (Additional side note: I'm 6'1 and I have a large frame... he was the little one, or else he wouldn't overcompensate with a fucking raised hillbilly truck- no offense to those with raised hillbilly trucks)
Me: I'm sorry? Hey I'll clean it up or something if you want...
Guy: Clean it, my ass!
And then the dude drives off! Some hero he was... telling off some kid who wasn't doing a damn thing wrong- I mean honestly what'd I do to the prick? Did me putting some ink on a power box ruin his day? No but that pussy MADE mine!
i was with sc zombie when it happened it was intense
research about police deontology, make some research on your justice system. if you cant do those simple things, get a lawyer and $$$
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