MY RUN IN WITH OHIO VICE...
05-20-2006, 07:10 AM
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MY RUN IN WITH OHIO VICE...
I've received more than a few pm's to put this up as a new thread so everyone can read it. I read it over and it was kinda funny so I thought what the hell. This happened last October. It wasn't funny at the time. Enjoy.
OHIO!!!!!!!!! Bad *** vice cops. It's over now so I'll tell the story. I'm in a hotel in Brooklyn Ohio, I know, sounded funny to me too but that's what it's called. I'm trying to get a cell phone signal in the parking lot in my bimmer. I'm driving around the parking lot for an hour in different spots and finally found a spot at the back of the hotel in a corner space. Do you know some ***** calls in to the police from a restaurant next to the hotel of a "suspicious character"? I sometimes wonder how other people see me but I didn't want to find out like this.
Two cars pull up, one marked, one unmarked, guns drawn, screaming to see my hands. Trying to stay cool and calm, I feel my eyes well up. I, to this day, have no idea why. So much for the cool. I think the adrenaline rush and the flight or fight feeling combined had something to do with it. I am not a flight type of guy, but you don't fight uniformed and plain clothes vice cops with guns not just drawn but I heard one of them click the chamber.
Turns out they had been watching me for over an hour from the restaurant parking lot, just came from a big drug bust and a huge confiscation of drugs and firearms. They were ready to go... on me.
Before they bum rushed me, they ran my Nevada plates, found out who I was, called the hotel to see if I was a registered guest, and get this...the front desk chic says " oh yes he is and HE JUST GOT A PACKAGE DELIVERED". That was it. Had me get out of the car, walk backwards to them and two of them did this crazy thing with my arms that left me immobilized while they cuffed me.
If that wasn't enough, they do the routine questions about drugs, guns, bombs on me or in the car. I say no. They frisk me and pull out $5,500 dollars in $100's. He holds the wad into the air and the others comment on how this was gonna be a good day. Good catch. I'm still not scared in the sense of being scared but I still can't get all of the moisture out of my eyes and I'm hoping to God they couldn't see it. I could just feel it.
They tell me what they were doing and they know about the package and want me to explain the package, money, and why I'm creeping around the parking lot in a tinted V12 bimmer with out of state plates. Oh, and by the way, the canine unit had already been there to examine the package and it had drug residue on it!!!
True story of explanation here. I told them the cell phone thing. The package happened to be a bunch of protein shakes and creatine from my last hotel in Detroit. I forgot it there and the **** is expensive so I had it shipped to the hotel in Brooklyn Ohio. The money was because there wasn't a bank of america in Detroit or Ohio and I was on my way down to Florida so I grabbed a few bucks leaving Chicago and should something go wrong with my car on the way down, it could easily be a few thousand dollars. Wanted to be covered.
I'm still cuffed, going down to the station. I'm then handcuffed by my ankle to the nasty bench. Thing is by this time, they were kinda cool with me. They told me they analyzed me personally before they bum rushed me. They said I looked like a bigger athletic guy who could run so they waited until I was in a position where I couldn't run and they had to take me out with shock and awe to stun me into just freezing when they came up on me. It worked. I had no idea they could tell those things by just looking at people.
So they open the package, test the stuff and it comes out clean. They start talking about lifting and working out with me and I get to meet the canine that sold me out. The UPS truck must have had another package next to mine with not so legal contents in it and the residue got on my box.
Everything checks out, my story, my package, and for the hell of it, they asked me if they could check the money. Dog goes bananas on it. It's loaded with all kinds of illegal substances. They told me that almost all money has residue on it and that if they wanted to they could keep it and I'd have to go to court for it to get it back. They were sooo good to give it back and after 2 1/2 hours they drove me back to the hotel.
Meanwhile I got this Puerto Rican/Italian girl back at the hotel that had been taking a nap, woke up and was blowing up my phone for almost two hours. She ends up seeing my car outside, snoops into my luggage and finds my spare key for the car. My cell is in there and she assumes I'm abducted and or dead. She decides to drive around, where, I have NO idea, to try to look for me not sure if she's ready to let my face beat up her hands or just worry.
I'm on my way back to the hotel in the back of the undercover geo metro, no joke. May have been a Nissan Sentra. Trashed. They want to search my car just to cover all their bases. We turn the corner towards the hotel and here comes my ride! I yell, hey! That's my car! OH MY GOD!!! They go back into full force vice mode thinking someone is stealing it, do a crazy cut off manuver, and I'm being tossed like a salad in the rear seat. As I get my wits about me again and get situated, they jump out of the car, guns blazin' and pointed at my car with my girlfriend in it. I scream like a little girl that it's my girlfriend and not to shoot. (I have bullit proof windows that are good up to a .44 but these guys were carrying these humongous Glock's). She initially thinks she's next to get abducted and she's ready to stomp the pedal and use every bit of the V12's torque for a chase. This chic has a set of ***** that would make a buffalo jealous. (I should note, she's from New York, is constantly accosted by men verbally and has shot TWO people and got away with it!). So now I'm the crazy f^*k that's dating her and didn't find out about the shooting until she shot one of them while I was dating her. Guy breaks into her house, raids her panty drawer and waits for her. Bad move. I think he's still in rehab. She is a looker, some of you probably have seen, but DAMN!
But I degress, I jump out of the car and flail my hands in the air like Plastic Man while running up to the car to let her know I'm with them. She throws it in park, rolls down the window speachless, thank god, and I give her the run down in about as much time as a tv anouncer rattles off legalities at the end of a sweepstakes commercial.
She starts crying, the cops start laughing and I just realized a little bit of **** just leaked out of me. Everyone calms down. They apologize to my girlfriend. Search my car, comment on the coolness of it and tell me if I'm ever back in town, to look them up. Lunch would be on them.
As nutty as this story is, I couldn't make it up. I'm looking for their cards as they owe me lunch next time I'm in town so if any of you in Cleveland want to verify, call the Broodlyn Vice Department. I promise you they will remember me.
OHIO!!!!!!!!! Bad *** vice cops. It's over now so I'll tell the story. I'm in a hotel in Brooklyn Ohio, I know, sounded funny to me too but that's what it's called. I'm trying to get a cell phone signal in the parking lot in my bimmer. I'm driving around the parking lot for an hour in different spots and finally found a spot at the back of the hotel in a corner space. Do you know some ***** calls in to the police from a restaurant next to the hotel of a "suspicious character"? I sometimes wonder how other people see me but I didn't want to find out like this.
Two cars pull up, one marked, one unmarked, guns drawn, screaming to see my hands. Trying to stay cool and calm, I feel my eyes well up. I, to this day, have no idea why. So much for the cool. I think the adrenaline rush and the flight or fight feeling combined had something to do with it. I am not a flight type of guy, but you don't fight uniformed and plain clothes vice cops with guns not just drawn but I heard one of them click the chamber.
Turns out they had been watching me for over an hour from the restaurant parking lot, just came from a big drug bust and a huge confiscation of drugs and firearms. They were ready to go... on me.
Before they bum rushed me, they ran my Nevada plates, found out who I was, called the hotel to see if I was a registered guest, and get this...the front desk chic says " oh yes he is and HE JUST GOT A PACKAGE DELIVERED". That was it. Had me get out of the car, walk backwards to them and two of them did this crazy thing with my arms that left me immobilized while they cuffed me.
If that wasn't enough, they do the routine questions about drugs, guns, bombs on me or in the car. I say no. They frisk me and pull out $5,500 dollars in $100's. He holds the wad into the air and the others comment on how this was gonna be a good day. Good catch. I'm still not scared in the sense of being scared but I still can't get all of the moisture out of my eyes and I'm hoping to God they couldn't see it. I could just feel it.
They tell me what they were doing and they know about the package and want me to explain the package, money, and why I'm creeping around the parking lot in a tinted V12 bimmer with out of state plates. Oh, and by the way, the canine unit had already been there to examine the package and it had drug residue on it!!!
True story of explanation here. I told them the cell phone thing. The package happened to be a bunch of protein shakes and creatine from my last hotel in Detroit. I forgot it there and the **** is expensive so I had it shipped to the hotel in Brooklyn Ohio. The money was because there wasn't a bank of america in Detroit or Ohio and I was on my way down to Florida so I grabbed a few bucks leaving Chicago and should something go wrong with my car on the way down, it could easily be a few thousand dollars. Wanted to be covered.
I'm still cuffed, going down to the station. I'm then handcuffed by my ankle to the nasty bench. Thing is by this time, they were kinda cool with me. They told me they analyzed me personally before they bum rushed me. They said I looked like a bigger athletic guy who could run so they waited until I was in a position where I couldn't run and they had to take me out with shock and awe to stun me into just freezing when they came up on me. It worked. I had no idea they could tell those things by just looking at people.
So they open the package, test the stuff and it comes out clean. They start talking about lifting and working out with me and I get to meet the canine that sold me out. The UPS truck must have had another package next to mine with not so legal contents in it and the residue got on my box.
Everything checks out, my story, my package, and for the hell of it, they asked me if they could check the money. Dog goes bananas on it. It's loaded with all kinds of illegal substances. They told me that almost all money has residue on it and that if they wanted to they could keep it and I'd have to go to court for it to get it back. They were sooo good to give it back and after 2 1/2 hours they drove me back to the hotel.
Meanwhile I got this Puerto Rican/Italian girl back at the hotel that had been taking a nap, woke up and was blowing up my phone for almost two hours. She ends up seeing my car outside, snoops into my luggage and finds my spare key for the car. My cell is in there and she assumes I'm abducted and or dead. She decides to drive around, where, I have NO idea, to try to look for me not sure if she's ready to let my face beat up her hands or just worry.
I'm on my way back to the hotel in the back of the undercover geo metro, no joke. May have been a Nissan Sentra. Trashed. They want to search my car just to cover all their bases. We turn the corner towards the hotel and here comes my ride! I yell, hey! That's my car! OH MY GOD!!! They go back into full force vice mode thinking someone is stealing it, do a crazy cut off manuver, and I'm being tossed like a salad in the rear seat. As I get my wits about me again and get situated, they jump out of the car, guns blazin' and pointed at my car with my girlfriend in it. I scream like a little girl that it's my girlfriend and not to shoot. (I have bullit proof windows that are good up to a .44 but these guys were carrying these humongous Glock's). She initially thinks she's next to get abducted and she's ready to stomp the pedal and use every bit of the V12's torque for a chase. This chic has a set of ***** that would make a buffalo jealous. (I should note, she's from New York, is constantly accosted by men verbally and has shot TWO people and got away with it!). So now I'm the crazy f^*k that's dating her and didn't find out about the shooting until she shot one of them while I was dating her. Guy breaks into her house, raids her panty drawer and waits for her. Bad move. I think he's still in rehab. She is a looker, some of you probably have seen, but DAMN!
But I degress, I jump out of the car and flail my hands in the air like Plastic Man while running up to the car to let her know I'm with them. She throws it in park, rolls down the window speachless, thank god, and I give her the run down in about as much time as a tv anouncer rattles off legalities at the end of a sweepstakes commercial.
She starts crying, the cops start laughing and I just realized a little bit of **** just leaked out of me. Everyone calms down. They apologize to my girlfriend. Search my car, comment on the coolness of it and tell me if I'm ever back in town, to look them up. Lunch would be on them.
As nutty as this story is, I couldn't make it up. I'm looking for their cards as they owe me lunch next time I'm in town so if any of you in Cleveland want to verify, call the Broodlyn Vice Department. I promise you they will remember me.
05-20-2006, 12:16 PM
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lol... Definitely from the "Truth is stranger than fiction" department! It always amazes me how relatively uneventful my life has been when people post crazy stories like these. I wouldn't trade my life with you... well... maybe for a weekend! 
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05-21-2006, 01:53 AM
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Next time you come to CLE, let me know! 
05-22-2006, 05:39 PM
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danny we need to gtg soon dude. I need a ride in your newly modded beast.
I'll buy the first round.
sorry for the thread hijack
I'll buy the first round.
sorry for the thread hijack
