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Have you ever, for any reason, spent the night in jail/prison/county lockup?
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WTF?Yeah mine was DUI at 17, originally cops misread my license and thought I was 16 so threw me in the Juvenile room. It was full of like stuffed animals and stuff
It's likely a soft juvenile interview room at the local police station. This is a normal thing.WTF?Yeah mine was DUI at 17, originally cops misread my license and thought I was 16 so threw me in the Juvenile room. It was full of like stuffed animals and stuff
Yeah, I can’t imagine this is representative of our larger demographic, but maybe I’m just ignorant to how many people have spent a night in jail.does being in a detainee cell over night for training purposes count?
Wished I would have read the original thread with the longer story.No, but I have been arrested, handcuffed to a bench at the police station, and released in under 2 hours. It is a very long story and I have a foot tall file that could make a hilarious movie. I posted an article related to it many years ago. Long story short. A neighbor, life long buddy, member of my indirect fam (BiL's bro), and absolute gorilla of a man "found out" his wife was cheating on him with a local cop, also a neighbor. He broke into the house, carried the naked cop into the front yard and proceeded to beat the holy #### out of him. I don't know if I was arrested for snitching or not helping, but the judge ruled in my favor as the peanut gallery laughed and applauded with me walking out of court. Everyone one in this town despised that cop. My BiL's bro spent 6 months in jail, where he was received as a local hero. Maybe you had to be there.
Had no idea. Are the accoutrements intended to put said juvenile delinquents more at ease?It's likely a soft juvenile interview room at the local police station. This is a normal thing.WTF?Yeah mine was DUI at 17, originally cops misread my license and thought I was 16 so threw me in the Juvenile room. It was full of like stuffed animals and stuff
also got to choose between a lengthy drivers license suspension or 3 days in county - took the 3 days.
Good behavior?also got to choose between a lengthy drivers license suspension or 3 days in county - took the 3 days.
I had a similar decision to make after a DUI in 1999. I could take 48 hours of community service, which involved a total of six, 8-hour shifts of picking up trash from the side of the road with a bunch of other folks there for the same reason, or I could take 2 days in jail. I took the jail time. 2 days in jail ended up being more like 22 hours though. Turned myself in at 9am, and was kicked out a 7am the next morning. I still think I made the correct decision.
I guess. I have no idea if it's still common, but back then you'd get "half time" if you didn't get in any trouble. Two weeks sentences would be done in a week. And my two day-er was a day.Good behavior?also got to choose between a lengthy drivers license suspension or 3 days in county - took the 3 days.
I had a similar decision to make after a DUI in 1999. I could take 48 hours of community service, which involved a total of six, 8-hour shifts of picking up trash from the side of the road with a bunch of other folks there for the same reason, or I could take 2 days in jail. I took the jail time. 2 days in jail ended up being more like 22 hours though. Turned myself in at 9am, and was kicked out a 7am the next morning. I still think I made the correct decision.
Not necessarily the delinquents. The rooms are also used to forensically interview child victims.Had no idea. Are the accoutrements intended to put said juvenile delinquents more at ease?It's likely a soft juvenile interview room at the local police station. This is a normal thing.WTF?Yeah mine was DUI at 17, originally cops misread my license and thought I was 16 so threw me in the Juvenile room. It was full of like stuffed animals and stuff
I'm an idiot. I originally processed it as "juvenile hall." Carry on.Not necessarily the delinquents. The rooms are also used to forensically interview child victims.Had no idea. Are the accoutrements intended to put said juvenile delinquents more at ease?It's likely a soft juvenile interview room at the local police station. This is a normal thing.WTF?Yeah mine was DUI at 17, originally cops misread my license and thought I was 16 so threw me in the Juvenile room. It was full of like stuffed animals and stuff
3 separate occasions
Have you ever, for any reason, spent the night in jail/prison/county lockup?
What mountain?The only time I was arrested was for skiing out of bounds. It was a catch and release program. I had to come back for my court date. Probation. It was a good excuse to get in another ski trip.
I love the reaction cops have had over the years when I answer the “have you ever been arrested” question. They have all chuckled and lightened up immediately.
mammoth.What mountain?The only time I was arrested was for skiing out of bounds. It was a catch and release program. I had to come back for my court date. Probation. It was a good excuse to get in another ski trip.
I love the reaction cops have had over the years when I answer the “have you ever been arrested” question. They have all chuckled and lightened up immediately.
As for the original question, never overnight, but I spent some time in a holding cell.
I was 16, driving with a friend. We had just retrieved my freshly painted, metallic black Camaro, and it was a beautiful summer day. Kool & the Gang’s Celebration was on the radio. There was no way a speed limit was gonna kill the mood.
So I raced down the highway, weaving in and out of traffic to the blithesome beats. Approaching a red light, I decided to keep the momentum by cutting through a corner parking lot. I’m sure the tires were screeching, but the sound was drowned out by JT Taylor’s dulcet tones.
The party came to an abrupt end a few seconds later. One cop car skidded to block the approaching intersection, so I slammed on my brakes.
Another rapidly closed from the rear, lights and sirens now painfully obvious (I later learned he’d been following me for over a mile).
”Where you headed, Richard Petty?”, the officer asked sarcastically. Then he asked to search my vehicle; I obliged (stupid, I know, but nothing to hide). Lacking proof of insurance, with multiple potential moving violations, my car was impounded, and my friend and I were taken to the station.
My friend contacted his dad to pick him up, and I was placed in a holding cell. Fortunately, no one else was there. To teach me a lesson, my parents seemed content to let me spend the night. Maybe they were bluffing, as I was eventually permitted to leave with my friend and his dad. Total time in the pokey: 2 hours, maybe.
I was able to provide my insurance card before my trial, and ultimately ended up with a ticket for reckless driving (the cops claimed I’d broken at least 6 laws). I didn’t drive again for almost a year, and my dad made me pay for my auto insurance from that point forward.
Lessen learned, I guess. But 25 years later in my driving career, when the song is right, I still have the urge to celebrate.