My DUI was funny.
The coppers had been looking for me most of the day because they thought I was a threat. They even had my former place of employment close for the day even though I had made no threats or anything. The cops knew I had called a buddy there. I spent most of the day on a high hill overlooking the west side, in near 100° heat and wicked sun.
Later, I was cruising around after offering to go to a precinct and turn myself in and saw a copper behind me at a four way stop. I suddenly had a dozen cars around me and there was yelling for me to exit the vehicle. I got out and pointed my Nokia at them, and this fucker was pointing a shotgun at my face and I could see him smiling.
“Are there shells in there or bean bags?” I asked.
“Bean bags” came the response.
I laid down because dying is one thing, being badly bruised is another.
I was soon surrounded and while being cuffed, I asked “Where’s the obligatory boot to the head?” and this dude stepped on my head while I laughed.
They took me all the way to the main Justice Palace downtown where I blew a .28. LOL
I saw my mugshot a month later and it was the best picture ever taken of me. Tanned. Fit. Huge smile.