Acidman tells the tale of his brief run-in with the law years ago. What struck me was this:
I was electronically fingerprinted, mug-shot and allowed to leave after a brief hassle at the exit window when the police tried to steal all my money. Yes, they'll do that.
Yes, they will. I had a party at my brother's apartment sometime the first couple years after high school. A friend of my cousin's was there. Nice enough guy. Mellow, kind of boring. Not a wild bone in his body, and his father had been a state cop.
He freaked out, got kind of crazy, and got himself arrested. Luckily my brother got in no kind of trouble, and at that point I wasn't even there to witness what happened. He either had a strange reaction to drinking, or, we always figured, did some kind of drug.
In any event, he spent a few hours in the lockup before his father went and got him, but it cost him all the money he had on him. The cops relieved him of it, and it was one of those things you just let pass because you're getting off pretty easy otherwise. I've always taken that as a cautionary tale, telling me to expect not to get all my cash back if I am ever in that situation. Then again, my last traffic ticket was in 1979 or so, and that's been the height of my legal entanglements.