Police brutality

Going through Dorchester on my way home from the Cape this weekend I had an interesting experience with the police. And by interesting I mean I almost pooped my pants.

I seem to always get in trouble when I am with my friend Higgsy from London who doesn't usually wear a seatbelt for whatever reason and usually puts his feet high up on the dashboard. He's also quite a lanky fellow so it's very noticeable for a passerbye. Dorchester is not such a great neighborhodd in Boston but it wasn't too late, only around 9 or so and it was Sunday.

I still don't know why I was pulled over but there were two cars and the one unmarked one had a big black dude in street clothes that was the most intimidating "police" officer I've ever had to talk to. I think they thought we must have been someone else because they first were asking about what Higgsy was holding on his hand (a GPS) and where we were going...he asked me if I had been drinking and I said no and he pressed me on it saying, "so you haven't a single drink today??!!!" and since the truth was that I had had a beer at around 11 am I told him so and he went bezerk and asked if I thought he was an idiot and told me to step out of the car. I tried to explain that what I meant was that I had drank one beer and not "been drinking" - seems like two very different things right? He started shouting at me about if he asks a question he wants an answer and he asked if I was drinking water whether I would tell him or not. It was absotuely ridiculous. He then was saying how I was stumbling and my eyes were all glazed over - which none of this was true and I told him to breathalize me. He then told me he could put me in the slammer if he wanted. and after telling Higgsy (as they continued to harrass me) that they were fuc$#ng me, they even searched through my car and asked about open containers. They were saying that Higgs was going to have to drive my car home and I told them that he only had an international liscence and didn't know how to drive stick and they were like "we don't care."

The whole thing was crazy and when they finally let me go back in my car they jokingly said to Higgsy, "what's going on here?!" and he told me that they were indeed screwing with me. And actually as I found out afterwards he had told them to do so when they asked him halfway through if they should keep doing it. If he had said no things probably would have gotten worse so I think it was the right answer. But still, they couldn't have been completly screwing around since they continued to search my car even after they told him it wasn't real.

I'm just glad I got away unscraped but it was really terrifying and I'm never good in those situations anyways. I wish I could know why I was pulled over - they just told some lame thing like "slow down" right at the end but I feel like this is exactly why so many people hate cops. They probably could have actually put me in jail for some made up thing if they had really wanted to.