Was at a small party with some women I went to school with. We were laughing and giggling, and the windows were open. A neighbor called the police on us, and EIGHT policemen showed up (there were 6 of us). We had some beers, and yes, all but one of us was under age. Busted there. But then the cops started going through drawers and stuff, which they had no right to do. The woman whose apartment it was lived there with her boyfriend, and he had a hash pipe stuck in the back of the bottom drawer of the dresser. Cops found it, and they not only charged us with minor in possession, but with criminal drug promotion.

CRIMINAL DRUG PROMOTION????? WTF???? Made it sound like we were hanging around the playground of a gradeschool, getting the little kids to buy our wares. Well, I told my parents (I still lived at home at the time), and they were livid. Not at me, but at what I had been charged with, and with how many cops showed up at the door of that apartment. None of us had any drugs, and there were no drugs in the drawer with the hash pipe. We went to see an attorney, who knew that the cops in that town tended to be jerks more often than not. He placed a call to the Chief of Police, and told them what I had relayed to him. Conversation lasted about 10 minutes, and when he got off the phone, he grinned at me and said the charges had been dropped, including MIP, which I actually was guilty of.

Mighty grateful to that attorney, and very VERY grateful to my parents, who stood by me.

Not so very grateful to those asshole cops. And no, I don't think they all are; I dated a cop once, and knew quite a few of his buddies on the force (a different police force than the one that had busted me). But I know that some of them tend to abuse their power.