Want to Avoid Getting Arrested? Here’s Tips from an Ex-Cop....
One night at around 2 am, heading home from Brooklyn, I was cruising along the Belt Parkway just where it turns into Nassau Expressway on Long Island. Twas my first moving violation. And it happened.... Just. Like. That. I was pulled over for speeding, and it was not righteous. I was driving the slowest-moving car on the road, which was thick with traffic despite the time. The fearless NYPD had pulled me over for racing along at a tidy 11 mph over the speed limit. (Was I the lowest-hanging fruit?) The two cops looked a bit worse for wear. To be frank, they looked more like lifelong criminals masquerading in costume than bona fide law enforcement officers. Thin, hungry. Like they worked nights because they liked to work nights. One had a pockmarked, scarred face and shifty eyes. I remember him vividly because he held his gun on me while he – and quietly, on the other side, his partner – walked up on me. Exactly who did these two clowns think they were pulling o...