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Alright…..so this is really a long story. Sorry if I don’t make a lot of sense, I’m still buzzed from drinking earlier.

So I was drinking at my friends house, and i’m 17. I was supposed to be home by 11, but I live right down the street from the house I was at so I could drive home even if I was a little drunk. I chugged my drink, another drink, and then half of two of my friends drinks because they were too pussy to finish them. So I drank 3 drinks of some really strong vodka….just so you guys understand where I’m coming from. I don’t remember what happened after this, but I might have drank more…I honestly don’t remember. This was at maybe 9:30….I got kinda sick because I didn’t eat anything all day, and started dry-heaving in the bathroom. I don’t remember how it happened. So as I understand right now a housekeeper of the house showed up and called the cops on us while I was asleep in the bathroom.

A cop woke me up, and I was a little more sobered up by then…it was at 3 or 3:30 in the morning. He was threatening me with all kinds of stuff and pushed and shoved me out onto a couch. I didn’t fight him but he was being really physical with me and it was almost like he was trying to start a fight with me. Out on the couch, 2 or 3 cops came and started interrogating me about where I live, my parents names, etc……I just told them I couldn’t remember because I really didn’t want to deal with my parents right then. I think I was good to drive at the time, but they thought I was still really drunk.

So here is where I need some help from you guys about my legal rights. The cops searched my car without my permission (it was unlocked, but I told them NOT to go through it). I think that is illegal, but I’m not sure because it was unlocked. My friend told them that I played basketball at the local highschool, and a cop thought I was still drunk enough to believe that he was the coach. He tried to lie to me and tell me that I couldn’t play if I didn’t tell him where I live. Of course I didn’t believe him but he tried to intimidate me and threatened to arrest me and everything.

So in my car, the cops found my registration and went to my house to talk to my parents. They got my parents to come out and pick me up, and they were REAALLLLLY pissed. I couldn’t text or call my parents because my phone ran out of battery a while ago.

Anyway, the cop said to me and then later to my parents that he is going to give me a "ticket" for unlawful possession of alcohol. The thing is, that I didn’t possess any alcohol and I told him that. I didn’t actually have any. The cop said that me "acting drunk" counted as me being in possession of alcohol.

First of all, I don’t think that me "acting drunk" means anything, because the cop doesn’t know how I act normally and I definitely didn’t do anything crazy. I don’t think "acting drunk" means anything in court, so wouldn’t a judge dismiss that charge if I didn’t actually possess alcohol?

Secondly, is it still illegal for a cop to search my car if it was unlocked? I didn’t give him permission, but he said he had probable cause because I was "acting drunk". I wasn’t acting drunk at all, I was just being quiet and not talking to anyone.

I’m not really worried about the cop shoving me around and getting physical with me because there is no way to prove that, but do you guys think there is enough evidence to get me convicted of anything in court?

Please give serious answers, I’m honestly looking for help here and I don’t know what to do. Sorry if I don’t make much sense….
Ok no need to be a dick to me, i’m just trying to get help here. I wasn’t passed out from drinking, I fell asleep because it was midnight and I got up early in the morning. I honestly don’t even remember if I was asleep, I might have been just sitting in there.

"Acting drunk" doesn’t count as possession of alcohol does it? That is what he is charging me with.

I wasn’t even acting drunk, but the cops knew my friends were drinking so they said I was "acting drunk".

Please don’t post if you are just trying to pretend you are cool…i don’t need to hear it. I just want some help here.

The name of the charge is MINOR IN POSSESSION OF ALCOHOL. In the charge itself it doesn’t require that you be carrying or possessing alcohol, just being under the influence of alcohol when you are a minor. The police officer is, as all sworn law enforcement police officers are, trained in observing and describing signs and behaviors and odor of someone under the influence of an alcoholic beverage. You were obviously drunk. You need to grow up and take responsibility for your own behavior and understand you don’t have a snowballs chance in Hades of fighting this charge. Wake up and smell the coffee. You’re screwed and it was you that did the screwing.

I met this lad in sixth form we got along really well and it turned out on 1st day he met me he had fallen head over heals and wanted to see if I was single cause he asked all my mates in his classes of I was, they texted me during the lesson what he said as he was saying it. Anywhos as weeks went on turns out I started to have feelings for him aswell during those weeks we sat next to eachother on the coach/bus journeys to the other schools got chatting and we met up every break and lunch time that we had At the same school (if that makes sense)

But suddenly one day he was a little bit off-ish with me and mainly focused on my mate Ruthie I didn’t think anything to it but when I was texting him playing about he goes "I want your mate Ruthie I want all of her" I just said "WTF" he replies with "I like Ruthie she’s more my type" I was badly burnt and things went majorly downhill from there for about 2wks I was hurt let Down & depressed all my mates wanted to beat him up including Ruthie, I agreed with him that I’d stay mates and nothing more cause he has hurt me and led me on but I wante just to keep a friendship of some sort cause we were good mates.

Anywhos weeks have gone past with us just being mates but he seems to been trying to get closer to me, but ive just keep treating him like any other of my male mates (play fighting, punchin his arm etc as im a laddett) recently he inboxed me apologising and saying "I still really do like you you know" i replied "ok but I’m sorry talk to me when your sober so you’ll at least remember what your saying" he replies saying that the drink helps him say what he needs to say but I wasnt having any of it. He’s inboxed me many times again saying that he’s sorry and still has feelings for me and likes me the texts are the same, but he doesn’t know if we would work as I’m a goth and he’s a chav and wears trackies etc. Originally I said I would tame down my gothness but this time I refused and said I don’t care how he dresses. On
Xmas I sent him a pic in my mrs clause outfit killing my bro and cousin by laying across em basically so it looked like I was crushing them. He said "you still look so so sexy I wish I was under you" I played back saying oh your such a charmer he replied saying anything just to make me happy… He the asks what would I do if I was him right now etc I said just snuggling he replies ditto I ask him I bet you would want tot go further, he once again says he will only go as far as I wish to go…

He’s been asking about us saying mates but being friends with benifits good or bad idea?

That’s a BAD idea hun, there is always someone who gets hurt. What if you fall in love with him and he only sees you as someone who is easy and has no feelings for you? Trust me, you WILL get hurt a heck of a lot if you go through with this. People like that disgust me, they’re only looking for sex and nothing else. Please don’t go through with this, sex is all he wants and most likely has no real feelings for you(if he did he would ask you out instead of telling you to be his fu*k buddy).

I met this lad in sixth form we got along really well and it turned out on 1st day he met me he had fallen head over heals and wanted to see if I was single cause he asked all my mates in his classes of I was, they texted me during the lesson what he said as he was saying it. Anywhos as weeks went on turns out I started to have feelings for him aswell during those weeks we sat next to eachother on the coach/bus journeys to the other schools got chatting and we met up every break and lunch time that we had At the same school (if that makes sense)

But suddenly one day he was a little bit off-ish with me and mainly focused on my mate Ruthie I didn’t think anything to it but when I was texting him playing about he goes "I want your mate Ruthie I want all of her" I just said "WTF" he replies with "I like Ruthie she’s more my type" I was badly burnt and things went majorly downhill from there for about 2wks I was hurt let Down & depressed all my mates wanted to beat him up including Ruthie, I agreed with him that I’d stay mates and nothing more cause he has hurt me and led me on but I wante just to keep a friendship of some sort cause we were good mates.

Anywhos weeks have gone past with us just being mates but he seems to been trying to get closer to me, but ive just keep treating him like any other of my male mates (play fighting, punchin his arm etc as im a laddett) recently he inboxed me apologising and saying "I still really do like you you know" i replied "ok but I’m sorry talk to me when your sober so you’ll at least remember what your saying" he replies saying that the drink helps him say what he needs to say but I wasnt having any of it. He’s inboxed me many times again saying that he’s sorry and still has feelings for me and likes me the texts are the same, but he doesn’t know if we would work as I’m a goth and he’s a chav and wears trackies etc. Originally I said I would tame down my gothness but this time I refused and said I don’t care how he dresses. On
Xmas I sent him a pic in my mrs clause outfit killing my bro and cousin by laying across em basically so it looked like I was crushing them. He said "you still look so so sexy I wish I was under you" I played back saying oh your such a charmer he replied saying anything just to make me happy… He the asks what would I do if I was him right now etc I said just snuggling he replies ditto I ask him I bet you would want tot go further, he once again says he will only go as far as I wish to go…

He’s been asking about us saying mates but being friends with benifits good or bad idea?

That’s a BAD idea hun, there is always someone who gets hurt. What if you fall in love with him and he only sees you as someone who is easy and has no feelings for you? Trust me, you WILL get hurt a heck of a lot if you go through with this. People like that disgust me, they’re only looking for sex and nothing else. Please don’t go through with this, sex is all he wants and most likely has no real feelings for you(if he did he would ask you out instead of telling you to be his fu*k buddy).

So I got drunk with the guy I liked. And ive been drunk around guys i liked before. But this time. I ended up getting drunk & having sex with him. Like I said i’ve been around guys i’ve liked drunk before but I’ve never slept with them. I no how to control myself when it comes to being drunk and having sex. anywho. I don’t remember much. He says I wanted it. But I think he took advantage of me cause i no how to handle myself when it comes to having sex and being drunk. All I remember is laying on the bed, saying no. I don’t no what i said no to. But after that I woke up on the coach laying next to him. Thats the first time. The second time. I was pretty messed up on pills. I went to him house. We ended up having sex. This time I only remember laying in his bed and he kinda through himself at me. The third time. Once again i was drunk. To the point where I couldn’t walk. BUTT This time I remember him whispering in my ear "lets bang" then he tripped me onto the ground. And then.. yeah.. I no I have a problem with drugs and I am seeking help. I’ve been sober for almost four months. Butt this is really bothering me because before this I was a virgin. Well thanks for reading this. If you could give me your opinon on everything that would be great. Thanks again.

I can’t say from this info. It’s possible that he was raping you, and it was possible you were having consensual sex. If you yourself can’t remember, how should I be able to tell?

I think he was definitely an exploiter who took advantage of you, but I also think there was an element of consent because you kept going to his house to get high, even after he’d used you multiple times.

My advice: Whether he raped you or not, he is someone you should stay away from.

sorry if this is a bit long. so basically my lifes pretty shit for a high school kid. im 16, sophomore. my only okay quality is that im not bad-looking..not classically handsome either, but okay enough to get laid at a couple parties…but otherwise my "love life" if you could call it that sucks. i cant get the balls up to tell the girl i like that i like her, and now shes dating this other dude. also, school lax coach told me i was "on the fence" this year, and ive played for like 5 minutes in 1 out of the 3 games weve had. my dads a sloppy drunk, and when hes sober hes a complete ass. to top it all off, i get high alot. like too much. usually weed or pills. i popped pills in the morning 3 out of 5 days last week, and came to school wasted out of my mind on st patty’s day. i drink whenever i get a chance and i havent popped anything, and since my dad likes his alcohol i get that chance quite often. the only person i ever feel i can talk to who can make me feel a little better is my older sis, and she told me yesterday that i was flat out digging myself into a pit. so ive decided that i need some changes. any advice that anyone here has that can help with any of these problems is appreciated
ok no need to be an asshole. im not in self pity why the fuck do you think im tryin to change…fuck

Sad story, bro. You should probably stop being so full of self pitty and grow up, and make decisions that you really want to reflect about who YOU really are.

What’s your take on Charlie Sheen? What do you really think happened in that hotel room? Do you think he was drunk?

What do you think about Charlie admitting he has a problem and hiring a sober coach?

Basically, what do you have to say about Charlie and his latest shenanigan?

I think Charlie Sheen is a complete idiot. I love him on Two and A Half Men but other than that..
Charlie is just a poor excuse for a man.
He needs to grow the fuck up.

I am only 15 , sisters friend was 17 in grade 11. Im in 10. So me and my decided to hit up this party . We got a 6 pack and drank outside door (3 each ) . i was barely drunk so just went in and sat on this coach . then my hot sisters friend came up , and told me to stand up but i was like why , because i thought she just wanted me to leave so she could sit next to the cooler older guy beside me. but when i stoold up she wrapped her arms around me and asked me if i wanted to go " somewhere " before icould even respond she dragged me to a coach and i got with her for like 10 minutes . she didnt even seem that drunk to me . no more sober than i was. why did she get with me like that ? i didnt have to do any work and ive known her for years just seeing her around my house . ofcaorse i bragged to my friend the whole way back to my house lol. What can you make of this ?

lol she probably has liked you for awhile now, and if she didnt have alchohal in her system, i highly doubt she would have come up to you. So her alcohal intake has a lot to do with it, even if she didnt seem that drunk. The alchohal gave her the confidence to finally come up to you and hook up with you… but it really all depends on how she acts now, after you guys hooked up. Is she being flirty? or completely pretending as if it never happened? it makes a big difference.

Omg, what is wrong with these guys? they are making us look bad! First Samuels and Gayle wanted to get into a fight with Lara at the hotel room the night prior to the final super 8 game, resulting in Samuels supposedly running lara out.
Then GAYle says he hates the curfew what the board implemented for the team, so i guess he prefers getting drunk and losing,(as opposed to sober and still losing),
Now IDIOT sarwan slams the former Coach, Bennet King, saying he never liked him and his ways, he said bennet was never strict (yet in the same breath admits that Bennet was always violent in the dressing room when they lost,…. isn’t this strictness?) Anyway, he then slammed BRIAN LARA for dropping him in ONE match in Pakistan! calling it his worst day as a cricketer.
Never mind when we got bowled out for 47, never mind that we constantly get whitewashed, never mind that Sarwan himself injured himself so badly, his first real series as Captain ended after a few hours…..
SELFISH SELFISH

Listen brother, I tell you the truth of my mind about West Indies okkay…..
First is First – I respect Brian Lara & West Indies team…
First, I have West Indies neihbors living a of couple blocks where I live……

How I know?
Bc, I play cricket with pakistanis & I’ve met them & talked with them about cricket.
I’ve learned alot from them….history & 1970′s era.

2.West Indies was da bomb back in the 60′s,70′s & early 90′s however, I thin k what West Indies need is an overall complex management.

Complex management
1.West Indies itself shall put up maybe more Cricket programs for the people.

2.More coaches.

3.Basic cricket skills.

4.Within – without problem is a West Indies problem

5.Instead of talking & mumbo jumbo, I think good concern people like you shall help the inexperienced youngsters to become the next all time greatest cricketers.

Only you can make a big difference for West Indies future.
or
other West Indians could manage the power of complex management.

This is part from my book, whatcha think?

The empty liqour bottles littered my home, from being piled in corners, closets, and atop tables and counters. They filled the free space in every drawer, and became the center piece to our dining room table.
“Want me to take these outside, and put ‘em next to the dumpster?” I asked my Ma while I gathered a few bottles that laid scattered across the living room floor.
“No, you just go put ‘em in the kitchen, ya’ hear?” she slurred.
“There ain’t no room in the kitchen—ain’t no room nowhere”
“Make room!”
That dialogue was rephrased and repeated nearly every day.
The imprudent drinking led to the easy awakening of my Ma’s latent temper. Though never was she a benevolent woman, her character when sober seemed angelic when compared to her drunken temperament. She conceived that every word I said was spoken with a “tone”; every look I gave was derisive; and every action of mine, had a devious motive.
The slightest of irritants would unleash a tirade of grave proportions that involved a multitude of shouted swears, ridicule; and clumsy swings for my cheek and arm. My brother, Charlie, was both lucky and unlucky. Lucky he was spared of our Ma’s rants. Unlucky that the reason he was spared was because he was kept in his bedroom, behind a door locked with a key that our Ma kept buried in her blouse at all time.
Excuse the figurative speech, but the greatest change of weather came during a freezing winter night when two 12oz bottles of “JD” sat on a table beside my Ma, filled to the base with air; and a third bottle swayed drunkenly in her hand. She slouched in her usual seat on the sofa, one foot on the floor, the other on the coffee table. Around her was the perpetual cloud of cigarette smoke that seemed to follow her wherever she went.
I sat in a wooden chair opposite of her, with my legs curled beneath my body, reading a book I had gotten from Mr. Keller; it was about two dogs arguing over a chicken bone.
My Ma coughed loudly twice, meaning she wanted my attention. I turned my eyes up from the enjoyable page of my book. She was glaring at me with a look that either meant she was hungry and wanted me to prepare her food or that I was no longer a tolerable presences in the room.
She took a few heavy breathes, then in a broken speech she said, “Bri . . . bring your brother dow. . . dow . . . down here!”
“He’s in his room, Ma” I aimed my eyes back to the feuding dogs.
My Ma stood from her place on the coach. “Ya’ think I . . . don . . . don’t know that?” She struggled to say through the intoxication. She took another swig then stammered towards me. “Now, go . . . go get him!”
“Alright, but ya’ got the key” I said, marking my page in the book before placing it on the coffee table.
“Can’t you do noth . . . noth . . . nothin’ on your own? You useless pile of . . . of . . . of—”
“—his door is locked, Ma, how I ‘possed to get in?”
As I mentioned earlier, Charlie had been getting locked in his bedroom each evening before our Ma began drinking. She justified his confinement with by saying: He needs his rest, ‘n’ I need my peace. His door would remain fastened until the following afternoon when our Ma found herself sober enough to remember she was a mother.
“Don’t you lip me, boy!” She hiccupped. Her body waved towards me, then back again. Her face was obscured by the cloud of smoke that billowed from the half smoked cigarette hanging from her lip. In one hand she held the throat of her friend JD; in the other was a fresh cigarette that she kept at the ready. “How did . . . did I . . . how did I end up with two sons who both . . . both ain’t got no brains!”
I shrugged. I didn’t react enough to suit my Ma, so she bent down and put her face in mine. The palpable smell of whiskey combined with the cigarette smoke made my eyes water. She focused her scowl on my face; forced air from her nose like a bull arranging to charge; and tightened her lips around the cigarette. She was ready to go; ready to begin a diatribe that would last until the end of the bottle she held.
She grinded the cigarette in her teeth, “I swear to the good lord,” The anger seemed to have sobered her speech. “if I have to hear one more word of foolishness come from them lips of yours, then I might kick ya’ outside ‘n’ see what the winter thinks of ya’! Ya’ good for nothin’ mud rat!” She paused to flick tip of ash from her cigarette. “This is my here house, ya’ know that? It sure as hell ain’t your house! I have half the mind to smack your disrespecting face!” Her words provoked no effect because they were just recycled phrases I’d heard time and time before. “So ya’ best go get your brother down here, now!”
“Give me the key, ‘n’ I can go get him” I suggested. I put my open hand out, knowing it wouldn’t be filled.
“Awh hell with it! I’ll do it my—self! You can—‘t do noth . . nothin’ right!” Her face was red with whiskey and rage and the muscles in her cheeks twitched periodicall

That is brilliant dark humour. I want to know what happens next.