Heroin helper seems to have some kind of psychic link with me. The day after reading your story White in the Middle of Richmond, I became the victim of this exact same thing (although in a different city).
I was with my girlfriend, driving to my dealer's house. As we turned onto the dealer's street, I noticed a cop car headed toward us. Needless to say, we didn't stop; we kept driving, but I could see in my rear-view mirror that the cop car was making a three point turn in preparation to follow us.
It followed us for about a block and a half before its lights started flashing. I pulled the car over and two cops got out. Both of them were big guys. The one approaching me was white with a shaved head. The one approaching my girlfriend was black.
No Honkies Allowed!
The cop asked for both of our licenses, but before doing anything with them, he started asking me questions. "What are you doing here?"
I told him that we were on our way to a friends, that we had gotten lost, and we were trying to get back on the freeway.
He asked if I was on parole or probation. I told him, no. Then he asked if I had ever been arrested and I told him, yes. He asked what for and I told him, "possession of a controlled substance."
He said, "So you're down here to buy drugs."
I said, no. This seemed to make him mad. He said, "Look, if you're gonna to try an bullshit me, I'm gonna impound your car and your gonna walk home."
Given my options and the fact that with the seizure laws, I would most likely never get my car back, I gave up. "Okay," I said. "But we didn't."
He went back to his car and ran our licenses, finding that we were clean. During this time, the black cop watched over us, not saying or doing much.
When the main cop came back, he handed me the licenses. That was a huge relief because I knew it meant that we were not going to be arrested. Not that we left on friendly terms. He told me if he caught me in the neighborhood again, even if it was in a different car, he would seize the car and arrest me.
I drove a couple miles away and called my dealer. He drove to meet us at a near-by gas station. We've done that a few times now. It's a total pain in the ass--but not as a big a pain in the ass as going to jail. I don't know what this cop thinks he's doing. Does he think he's really stopping me from doing drugs? Or is this just his way of torturing other people? If it's the first, he's deluded. If it's the second, he's an asshole--I'm mean: he's a cop.