I literally had the same thing happen to me. In Yarmouth, Maine there is a tresle bridge like 30 feet over a deep river and we were just jumping having a good time. One cop comes, parks us in, and calls backup. Two fucking cops for four people, just chillin. He then tried to search me because he thought that the "tag on my shirt was a zig-zag." Cops in Maine are just too bored, so all they do is go on maddddd powertrips and prove to you that they have power. Gay.
i waked into hot topic and bought myself some arm fishnets. I was so psyched to get onto my myspace account to post some pics. Thats the closest ive ever got to hitting an urban rail.
Calling me emo? You're the one with a myspace, bitch. -skiierman