FallenReason
Junior Member
What is the name of your state? Pennsylvania.
On the night of May 27th, around 12:30am, John drove me and Brad to the Market Street Saloon; John chose to park at a parking garage on W. Mason Avenue parallel to his church. John had volunteered to drive for the night because he could not consume alcohol due to the medications prescribed from his recent back surgery. We exited the parking garage and walked East on W. Mason until making a left on N. George, and then another left at the square onto W. Market Street. Upon entering the Market Street Saloon we found it to be empty and I also discovered that I had left my credit card in the vehicle. We decided that the Hardware Bar across the street would be the better choice but I had to get my credit card first.
The mood was joyous and optimistic, hoping for a good time at the Hardware Bar. I obtained the keys from John and began walking back to the vehicle in the same route we came; East on Market Street with a right turn on N. George but this time, I picked up the pace on N. George because of last call at 2 a.m. I wanted to get all the worth out of a $5 cover charge. Upon making a right turn onto W. Mason, knowing the vehicle was within 100 yards, I began to leisurely jog down the alley. The pace was brisk enough for my friends to fall behind and at half the distance to the car I began to wonder how far back they were. I looked behind to witness both Brad and John running vehemently towards me, and further back in the alley, running with a beeline on us was a largely built man dressed in a plaid shirt and wearing a baseball hat. He was closing the distance between us at the pace of a sprint.
At this point I was no longer running at a leisurely pace, I was running for the safety of my life. With no clear idea as to why I would be getting chased down a dark alley at 12 a.m. in the city, I chose to keep running, and running for the only avenue of escape I had, which was my car. I got in my car, threw it into reverse and waited for John and Brad to get in. I looked to my left and saw the unidentified man come to a running halt as I drove out of the parking garage. Terrified and baffled at the same time, I couldn’t comprehend why or what just happened; I thought the guy was going to mug us, I’d only ever heard of the violence that so frequents the city streets but I’d been fortunate enough to never experience it. Just as the three of us begun discussing the oddness of what just occurred, I looked in my rearview to feel elated; a police van initiated its lights. I pulled over immediately. Assuming they had caught the guy that had chased us with such fury, I was anxious to discuss the previous events with a police officer, but the officer who approached the vehicle was the same unidentified man who had been chasing, Officer Brehm.
I had no intention of touching a steering wheel that night. If I would have been made aware that I was being pursued by an Officer of the law I would have immediately ceased running and awaited command, just as I had ceased driving and awaited command from Sgt. Veater two blocks later when he signaled to pull over.
Officer Brehm had apparently been chasing us because Brad was belligerent and knocked over a trashcan on George Street. Followed the noise and claimed that witnessed us running in the vicinity of it and so he pursued. But in the 70 yard span (I measured) down that dark alley, he never once identified himself, yelled halt, cease, freeze, stop, POLICE....nothing. I genuinely just thought it was a guy chasing us because it WAS a guy chasing us.
I was given the sobriety test; alphabet, finger to nose, raise foot and count til told to stop, etc. I passed it all so then I was taken to the hospital for blood and a month later it came back at .11 where the legal limit is .08.
My two buddies got disorderly conduct and I got DUI.
Thoughts?
On the night of May 27th, around 12:30am, John drove me and Brad to the Market Street Saloon; John chose to park at a parking garage on W. Mason Avenue parallel to his church. John had volunteered to drive for the night because he could not consume alcohol due to the medications prescribed from his recent back surgery. We exited the parking garage and walked East on W. Mason until making a left on N. George, and then another left at the square onto W. Market Street. Upon entering the Market Street Saloon we found it to be empty and I also discovered that I had left my credit card in the vehicle. We decided that the Hardware Bar across the street would be the better choice but I had to get my credit card first.
The mood was joyous and optimistic, hoping for a good time at the Hardware Bar. I obtained the keys from John and began walking back to the vehicle in the same route we came; East on Market Street with a right turn on N. George but this time, I picked up the pace on N. George because of last call at 2 a.m. I wanted to get all the worth out of a $5 cover charge. Upon making a right turn onto W. Mason, knowing the vehicle was within 100 yards, I began to leisurely jog down the alley. The pace was brisk enough for my friends to fall behind and at half the distance to the car I began to wonder how far back they were. I looked behind to witness both Brad and John running vehemently towards me, and further back in the alley, running with a beeline on us was a largely built man dressed in a plaid shirt and wearing a baseball hat. He was closing the distance between us at the pace of a sprint.
At this point I was no longer running at a leisurely pace, I was running for the safety of my life. With no clear idea as to why I would be getting chased down a dark alley at 12 a.m. in the city, I chose to keep running, and running for the only avenue of escape I had, which was my car. I got in my car, threw it into reverse and waited for John and Brad to get in. I looked to my left and saw the unidentified man come to a running halt as I drove out of the parking garage. Terrified and baffled at the same time, I couldn’t comprehend why or what just happened; I thought the guy was going to mug us, I’d only ever heard of the violence that so frequents the city streets but I’d been fortunate enough to never experience it. Just as the three of us begun discussing the oddness of what just occurred, I looked in my rearview to feel elated; a police van initiated its lights. I pulled over immediately. Assuming they had caught the guy that had chased us with such fury, I was anxious to discuss the previous events with a police officer, but the officer who approached the vehicle was the same unidentified man who had been chasing, Officer Brehm.
I had no intention of touching a steering wheel that night. If I would have been made aware that I was being pursued by an Officer of the law I would have immediately ceased running and awaited command, just as I had ceased driving and awaited command from Sgt. Veater two blocks later when he signaled to pull over.
Officer Brehm had apparently been chasing us because Brad was belligerent and knocked over a trashcan on George Street. Followed the noise and claimed that witnessed us running in the vicinity of it and so he pursued. But in the 70 yard span (I measured) down that dark alley, he never once identified himself, yelled halt, cease, freeze, stop, POLICE....nothing. I genuinely just thought it was a guy chasing us because it WAS a guy chasing us.
I was given the sobriety test; alphabet, finger to nose, raise foot and count til told to stop, etc. I passed it all so then I was taken to the hospital for blood and a month later it came back at .11 where the legal limit is .08.
My two buddies got disorderly conduct and I got DUI.
Thoughts?
