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I hadn& #39;t left my apartment in since the surgery, and wasn& #39;t doing anything illegal other than ruining some dudes night playing NBA2K, so I went to the door worried they were going to tell me the apartment was on fire. That& #39;s honestly the first thing that came to my mind.
I opened my door, and the first thing I saw was a police officer to my right and left, both pointing guns at my chest (I was taller than both by a good bit). The police officer in front of me then grabbed me by the wrist, I instinctively pulled my arm back. That was a mistake.
All 3 officers started screaming "stop resisting" and the officer in front of my once again grabbed me by the wrist, this time pulling me out of my apartment and twisting my arm behind my back.
I was on the second floor, and this was an outside door, so the next move was to push me up against the railing and grab my other arm, at which point I felt my hernia stitches rip.
The officers are still yelling at me to stop resisting, and honestly I don& #39;t know if I was resisting. I wasn& #39;t trying to resist, and I still had no idea why guns were pointed at me or why I was being handcuffed w/ my torso hanging over the railing.
The cop finally gets the cuffs on me, and then the other two officers charge into my apartment. The cop that has me handcuffed starts yelling at me "where& #39;s the gun, where did you hide the gun!" I don& #39;t own a gun, and again, hadn& #39;t left my apartment in 3 days.
The other 2 officers then come out of my apartment and start yelling at me about a gun. I& #39;m super confused and blood is starting to run down my leg. I tell them I don& #39;t own a gun, and they go back into my apartment to continue the search.
I try to tell the cop what& #39;s going on with my hernia, and that I& #39;m bleeding, but he ignores me, and asks why I assaulted someone tonight. The other 2 cops come out of my apartment come out of my apartment again and say they can& #39;t find a gun (because there is no gun).
The cop then motions to the paring lot, and another cop brings up a crazy looking dude who says, "No, that& #39;s not the guy." This dudes eyes are bright red, and it& #39;s obvious he& #39;s messed up.
Long story short, this guy (who happens to come from a rather well known family in the area) was on a coke binge, had thrown a brick through the fire department window, and then called the police and told them someone was shooting at him.
My apartment building happens to be across from the fire department, and my apartment happened to be the first apartment at the top of the stairs. The dude that flipped out told the cops the guy that was shooting at him ran into my apartment.
Anyway, when the guy says it& #39;s not me, the police ask him if he& #39;s sure, and he says he& #39;s sure, the guy must have ran into my neighbors apartment. Me, a confused guy bleeding and handcuffed could tell that the guy was messed up, and I say "WTF, why are you listening to this guy."
I& #39;m told to shut up....still in cuffs, bleeding. Finally, the dude really flips out, screams, and sprints down the stairs and dives under a car. At this moment, it dawns on the police that he might not be the best witness.
They legit walk over, stand me up, uncuff me, and tell me I& #39;m free to go. That& #39;s it. No apology, nothing.
I just sort of sat in my apartment and shook for a little while after that...then I took a couple benedryl and eventually went to sleep. The next morning I woke up in a puddle of blood b/c the hematoma from my surgery ruptured while I was asleep (or at least that& #39;s my guess).
After getting cleaned up, still leaking blood, I put on some clothes, bandage my groin, and head to the police station to file a formal complaint. I& #39;m suuuuuuper pissed off. I& #39;m ushered into a room w/ someone who I assume is a lawyer for the police (not sure exactly).
I tell him that my rights were violated by the police department, and that I will be filing a formal complaint, and may potentially sue the police department. He looks at the incident report from the night before and says, "you resisted arrest. You& #39;re lucky not to be in jail."
The end of the story isn& #39;t that exciting. I speak w/ an attorney who basically said, "Yea, you& #39;ve got a good case, but here& #39;s the deal, you have to live here, you might get a settlement a few years down the road, but you& #39;re going to get a ticket every time you go 1 mile over."
I decide not to pursue it further, because honestly, I had a bunch going on in my life, and didn& #39;t need that sort of drama. In retrospect, I wish I had pursued it further, but it is what it is I guess.
