So I was walking back from a night of just clubbing and drinking and I was feeling pretty steamed. I was with some of the lads and my girlfriend. I pass my old secondary school and we decide between me and a friend to write something humurous on a electricity box outside the school in a non-permanent board marker. (I.e. you can just rub it off)
A police car just happens to pass me as I do it. He stops and I look right in the policemans eyes who was in the passenger seat. I screamed like a girl comically and ran for a short distance before the car pointlessesly accelerated and then skid-stopped infront of me... As if I was going anyway.
So the copper gets out, I was fairly drunk so I can't remember all of it but I do remember him saying this...
"Alright dude. How ya doin dude, or homie or whatever it is you call yourself
"I'm sorry?" (I'm not going to tell you what I was wearing but my general attire was definetely not one to reflect what he was saying)
"Is that the cool thing to do? To write all over other peoples stuff? In your little rapper gang?"
"Look, I'm sorry, I know what I did was wrong but that pen, its just a wipeboard pen, look"
I rub what I wrote off
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? You can get life for that! LIFE. Thats INTERFERRING with evidence!"
"Look I'm sorry, I really am you've got me!"
"You know I and other people pay taxes to remove what you've done? Tens of thousands"
Me, clearly dumfounded at this point
"You... Pay tens of thousands to rub what I've done off with your fingers?
I really can't be bothered to write anymore stupid shit he was saying but even in the state I was in, I was sure I was making more sense than he was. He later on confused me much further with his commands on getting rid of the offensive pen I had (Which he was adament in telling me that I bought ESPECIALLY to graffiti with where in fact I picked it from the pavement moments before, which makes sense because I was outside a school.)
and then made me put it down a drain which is an offense in itself.
