The cops all waive at me in my little town of 600...friggin sucks but it is what it is....I even had one of the sheriffs that whacked me be on the side of the road writing someone a ticket and look up, stop what he was doin and waive..lol.the main sheriff out here will pop his lights when he sees me just to give me a heart attack..plus all the electric company guys get a kick out of me because I use more power in a month than the whole town combined...lol..hard to believe and its only 7800kwh+ a month...lol
My bondsman knew who I was before I even called him, now thats some shit
You especially have to watch trades that claim to be 420 friendly and there are alot of those out there
Its a bit off topic but I had a similar situation in my own home town and I was never even charged with anything or caught for anything.
They pulled me over each day, every time they could find me and always bullshitted a reason to search my car. They cut my seats in my car up right after I bought it, tore out the carpeting in my trunk, pulled the plastic out from around my door frames, and still pulled me over every chance they got.
It got to the point that they'd pull me over and I just get out of the car right away and tell them "Go ahead and search it."
Of course they were dicks and made me get back in, but ultimately I told em you can search it if you want and they always did. They knew I wouldn't drive with shit it was just to constantly harass me because it was known that I was a dealer. I smoked hella blunts in my car out in the boonies with friends, so dogs would always indicate on my vehicle regardless--it was worthless to try to fight the searches.
Raided my house multiple times and didn't find so much as a bowl or the ashes of a joint--but just kept the harassment up.
One time I ran into the mother of one of my childhood friends. Early on he had moved in with his father out west and he was a really good friend. Hadn't seen him in years. I shot the shit with her a little bit in the gas station and said hey man tell your son if he's ever out this way to give me a ring. She told me he'd be in town a week from then for a visit and asked me for my number, so I gave it.
Right then a cop walks in and I walk out.
A week later I bump into him at the same gas station and said, "Hey did your mom ever give you my number?!"
He said no, that the cop who walked in right after me said I was a drug dealer and bad news and to stay away from me. Of course he didn't care--but it's just the principle of the thing. Keep in mind I had NEVER been charged with ANY drug offense, not even possession.
Apparently I was guilty until proven innocent and slander was all of a sudden legal. I'm not an asshole, I was a drug dealer--so it's not like I fault the cops for being suspicious of me and shit like that, it was their job. It was known in the town/school that if you wanted drugs I was your guy. The harassment and fucking telling people that I'm just commiserating with though? Ridiculous. Catch me the legit way if you're "doing your job". It should be about arresting me under the law and catching me red handed--not purposely ruining my life because you're unable to
actually do your job (because I'm too smart for you).
Protect and serve my nutbag. Meanwhile they never caught any of the dudes who shot my friends or who randomly buck shots at people at the gas station or car wash. None of the robbery suspects, none of that shit. Unsolved murders, rapes, robberies, and all types of that shit up on the board--but they have time to talk some shit about an 18 year old and to harass him every single day (sometimes up to 2 and 3 times a day I'd get pulled over).
I guess it was a blessing in disguise as I wasn't really doing shit with my life and this was one of the main things that got me to leave town finally, and that's how I started down the road of getting my education and all that--but I mean god damn.
They STILL fuck with me when I come back around there, but it's a bit better because a lot of the old guys retired.