Been there before... a few times. Once I had about 20+ guns pointed directly at me for a good 15 minutes. I'm no criminal but when hanging with certain people and in certain places can get you into heaps-o-mess!
This instance we were driving away from a club and we heard shots fired. The club we left wasn't the type you would hear shots fired so we weren't too concerned about an all out gunfight so we calmly drove off. We get on the interstate which is one of the largest in the state with like 6 lanes on each side and drive on our merry way while trying to figure out which Waffle House to go to.
At about the second mile we noticed there was no traffic at all. This is really strange on this large busy freeway. Then all of a sudden we start seeing police cars driving the wrong direction up off ramps and from the distance as well as enough lights turning on behind us all in unison to make us think we were being visited by the mothership from Close Encounters.
They pull us over and they all get out with guns drawn. They told us to get out blah blah blah. We do and I look around and see even more police officers standing OFF the freeway with guns pointed at us.
They forced us down on the asphalt IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREEWAY at gunpoint (of course.) They then proceed to ask us if there's any guns or drugs in the car blah blah blah. Nope.
At this point I was on the ground cracking jokes to the other guys within earshot. All I could think about was how crazy this was, would we get to The Waffle House in time to catch the babes or would we have to go to IHOP and would our super high Mexican friend make it with us regardless of where we went.
So we get up off the ground and they take us in separate police cars to different dark corners off the feeder road to question us. I thought I was about to catch the ass whooping of my life. I mean this is how it's supposed to happen right?! Well it didn't. It was a quick questioning to make sure our stories matched.
They finally told us that they thought we were the ones who shot someone back at the club. I guess having a carload of multiethnic hip hop lookin folks always makes you fit the description when shit happens.
We went to Whataburger. No babes. The stoned friend lit up another one he hid somewhere(?!) Just another night in the city.