and the cop let me stuff it under the back seat
That had to be at least 40 years ago I would say.
Cops back in the 60's/70's and even up to the mid 80's were a different breed
When they weren't beating up hippies or Blacks they were mostly cool at least where I grew up
They were more humane than todays cops it seems to me.
I knew most of the cops around my town, both professionally & socially
Yea, I got popped a couple of time for smoking in public, but after I was let out I would go have a drink with the cop that busted me.
Weird shit, huh?
It was like that then.
I could tell you stories that would make you cry laughing about my interactions with my local cops, it was pretty funny
But today, no breaks or simply being a human, it's all by the book, they're robots now.
I had 2 DUI's in my life & one occurred around 25 years ago in front of my house.
No shit, right in front of my fucking house.
I was coming home one evening from work in NY to my home in CT, a 45 minute or so ride & as a habit, (yes a bad habit I'll admit that) I would stop at the local deli & purchase 2 Fosters Oil cans (those big motherfuckers
) for the ride home.
So, I drive home & finish my 2 beers and threw the empties behind the seat in my truck.
I pull onto my street, whistling probably, and then the fucking lights on the fucking cop car that was fucking behind me that I didn't fucking notice go on with a blast from the siren,
"FUCK" I say's to myself.
Now, I was like 50' from my fucking driveway & this 20 something twit with a badge comes up and asks for my license/registration/insurance cards.
"Do you know why I stopped you"
"No, I don't officer"
"You have a brake light out" (SHIT!!! I thinks)
Then those fucking words
Cop "Have you been drinking?"
Me "Yes officer, by chance, I have"
Cop "how many"
Me "Two (sorta the truth
)
Cop "Could you please step out of the truck" he asks.
Me "Go fuck yourself"
(Only kidding, I didn't say that
)
Me "Ok" as I tearfully exit the vehicle
So, fucking listen to this BS (luck of the Irish? Blo me)
He makes me walk the line & do a jig & I nail it, no wobbles/like a rock.
Me "Ok, I passed right, can I leave?"
Cop "Hold on for a minute"
So let me finish this shit story.
Another car pulls up with a Sargent and he gets out and walks over to us, holding an object in his hand.
You know what's coming up next, right?
A motherfucking breathalyzer & right then I knew I was fucked.
I blew a .09 & was .02 above the limit.
I then ask that cocksucking little shit if I could simply go home, pointing at my house that was RIGHT FUCKING IN FRONT OF US!!!!
Cop "Sorry sir, your under arrest and you have the right.......blah,blah, fucking blah.
This is the song I was whistling when they locked me up
Luv ya/Peace out/stay safe