Excuse the bluntness I expect in this thread, but I'm livid after tonight's events. Normally I would keep aspects of my personal life, well, personal, but I need advice.
It was 2:30 when my best friend and I sprinted to our cars after school and raced to his house to park his car and drive mine to Seaside Heights. We were booked all afternoon checking out houses and whatnot for Memorial Day Weekend, a good hour's drive with moderate traffic. Naturally we hurried and tried not to waste any time. The afternoon is a success...we put a deposit on a gorgeous 4BR 2BR house a block from the beach, perfect for a week of madness.
On the way home things begin to unwind. The Parkway is a ghost town and we took advantage, Valentine One armed and ready. We made it "home" in great time. Now off the highway and onto local streets, we adjusted our speed accordingly. We were in no real hurry, mind you. It was dark and out of nowhere, a "town" squad car emerges behind me, sirens on full blast, lights glaring. I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I pulled over, expecting him to pass me. Not the case. He immediately emerges from his car and shouts to keep my hands on the wheel. After muttering a slough of obscenites under my breath, the officer was knocking on my window. Now I've been pulled over and learned a few things. I rolled my window down enough to hand him my license, registration, and proof of insurance. I asked what I had done wrong. His reply? "Sit down and shut up".
I glanced over to my friend riding shotgun and we exchanged looks of utter disgust as he began to call my dad. The officer had returned to his car, only to have a second squad car come speeding (yes speeding! If I recall, this was a 25MPH zone and he was at least double that) to the "crime scene". The dynamic duo, and I do use that term in utter sarcasm, instructed my friend and I to exit my vehicle, and put out hands on the hood, while they proceeded to search my car. I was beyond pissed, but knew my dad and the Chief of Police for the county, a close family friend, would be arriving shortly. The search was completly unwarranted and without probably cause, mind you.
Bad enough, right? Being made a mockery of while beind forced to stand outside in the cold wearing a mere tee shirt? NOPE! A half full cup of soda rested in the cup holder, or at least it did, before it was bumped. I quickly shouted "what the ****?" to the officers. At that point, my concern for jail was nil. "just have daddy buy you a new one," replied the officer. I spit off to the side while staring at the officer, an obvious sign of disrespect. When no drugs were found, we were free to go. We got into my car and did what came naturally...turning off the shuffle function on my Ipod and blasting NWA-**** the Police as loud as those JL subs could pump the tune, before waving the two cars by. My dad arrived about 10 minutes afterwards.
Now, I have the two officer's names and badge numbers. What can I do? This isn't right and I'll be damned if I let this go.
It was 2:30 when my best friend and I sprinted to our cars after school and raced to his house to park his car and drive mine to Seaside Heights. We were booked all afternoon checking out houses and whatnot for Memorial Day Weekend, a good hour's drive with moderate traffic. Naturally we hurried and tried not to waste any time. The afternoon is a success...we put a deposit on a gorgeous 4BR 2BR house a block from the beach, perfect for a week of madness.
On the way home things begin to unwind. The Parkway is a ghost town and we took advantage, Valentine One armed and ready. We made it "home" in great time. Now off the highway and onto local streets, we adjusted our speed accordingly. We were in no real hurry, mind you. It was dark and out of nowhere, a "town" squad car emerges behind me, sirens on full blast, lights glaring. I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I pulled over, expecting him to pass me. Not the case. He immediately emerges from his car and shouts to keep my hands on the wheel. After muttering a slough of obscenites under my breath, the officer was knocking on my window. Now I've been pulled over and learned a few things. I rolled my window down enough to hand him my license, registration, and proof of insurance. I asked what I had done wrong. His reply? "Sit down and shut up".
I glanced over to my friend riding shotgun and we exchanged looks of utter disgust as he began to call my dad. The officer had returned to his car, only to have a second squad car come speeding (yes speeding! If I recall, this was a 25MPH zone and he was at least double that) to the "crime scene". The dynamic duo, and I do use that term in utter sarcasm, instructed my friend and I to exit my vehicle, and put out hands on the hood, while they proceeded to search my car. I was beyond pissed, but knew my dad and the Chief of Police for the county, a close family friend, would be arriving shortly. The search was completly unwarranted and without probably cause, mind you.
Bad enough, right? Being made a mockery of while beind forced to stand outside in the cold wearing a mere tee shirt? NOPE! A half full cup of soda rested in the cup holder, or at least it did, before it was bumped. I quickly shouted "what the ****?" to the officers. At that point, my concern for jail was nil. "just have daddy buy you a new one," replied the officer. I spit off to the side while staring at the officer, an obvious sign of disrespect. When no drugs were found, we were free to go. We got into my car and did what came naturally...turning off the shuffle function on my Ipod and blasting NWA-**** the Police as loud as those JL subs could pump the tune, before waving the two cars by. My dad arrived about 10 minutes afterwards.
Now, I have the two officer's names and badge numbers. What can I do? This isn't right and I'll be damned if I let this go.
