Jesus Christ - unlucky.
You have my deepest and most sincere sympathy.

I am struggling with the facts though. You must live in a fucking quiet neighbourhood. Where I live there's no way resources would be channelled into a raid over something as minor as vandalism.

To the extent that I am finding this a bit hard to believe.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 8:41, 4 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

so you mean:
sym a
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 8:43, Reply)

If it happened to me
a) I'd be in a shitload more trouble than 0.1g of weed and
b) I'd have a fucking coronary when the door came in so

no, if it's not a wind-up I feel truly sorry for the fellow.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 8:46, Reply)

I feel sorry for him too.
I've had the phone call that went. "Just get rid of everything." I cut it up, and it all went down the bog. and the plant pots went down 14 floors of refuse shoot.

I was lucky as my mate gave up another who was already part of the circle, and I was never implicated.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 8:51, Reply)

possession is one thing
but growing plants is kind of silly.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 10:05, Reply)

I'm kind of with Monty on this
They generally wouldn't smash a door in just to try and get at someone who might have committed vandalism. Around here I would just get told that it sucks my wing mirror was taken.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 8:45, Reply)

It's totally weird
I think there was a lot more to it that meets the eye. I can see why you don't quite believe it. Some facts I've put together since waking up:

- The police lied quite a few times, I reckon. They interviewd a mate I was playing pool with and told him I'd been arrested two days previously. Last time I was arrested was in early '07 for a fairly minor driving offense. The line of questioning kept changing too - at first the police were interested in a completely different area of town. Then there's the "carrying a wing mirror" thing. The neighbour who supposedly reported that lives some way from the spot of vandalism, in fact right round a 90 degree corner and someway up the road away. Something doesn't add up. Apparently this neighbour'd seen me many times passing by and knew where I lived. I don't know
them at all. Something's creeping me out here.

- At four am during the final questioning the police announced that they had an eyewitness account of a shaven headed youth in a tracksuit (definitely not me) kicking bits off cars where the vandalism happened. After this the mood changed and the police became a lot nicer to me.

- The sargeant mentioned ripping up the report like they were embarrassed about it, and then only gave me a warning, not a caution, for the weed, so I've effectively got no criminal record after last night at all. This was surprising after being cuffed tightly then thrown in the cells with little information as to why by two tooled up policemen, one of whom had a stun gun and one of whom had kicked in a panel on my front door (to get to the lock).

- They spoke to me a lot about the cannabis, despite such a small amount being found and it having nothing to do with the offense I was supposedly arrested for.

This is all going round in my mind at 100mph. What the fuck? Luckily I think the police were keen to draw a line under it all and I think I can get the door repaired before my parents get back.
(Mr Big Stuff, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 14:54, Reply)

I do live in a quiet neighbourhood
Poshest road in town, although the town's as rough as any other.
(Mr Big Stuff, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 15:13, Reply)