Here are some instances of my own contacts with the police in my tender years:
A 15-year old girl got in a fight with her mom. Five or six cops (each with a car) showed up, and the girl wound up having her face smashed into the sidewalk as TWO cops pinned her, one with his knee at the nape of her neck.
A 17-year old boy who was in a similar situation, except that he was drunk. This time, it took FOUR cops to subdue him. Both the girl I mentioned above and this boy were about 100 lbs soaking wet, while the donut-and-other-freebie-fed cops were much, much bigger.
While breaking up a house party (in an area where nobody really gave a fuck anyway), a cop slapped a forcibly-outgoing chick on her ass, and she forcibly slapped him in his face. He punched her, and a small riot ensued. About half the police force showed up within 30 seconds. One of the parents showed up demanding to know what was going on, and they arrested her for inciting a riot.
Some neighborhood girls said a couple of transient pervs were chasing them. Just after they told us, we saw them both, and armed with a saw and a knife, we went after them. A cop cruising by suddenly lit up and stopped us. We tried to explain the situation, but the cop instead filled out white index cards on US.
Last but not least, my favorite one: The local police SWAT team raided a house that contained “gangsters”. They raided the wrong house, which not only resulted in a dead SWAT cop, but the targeted gangster made good his escape. As a further plot twist, the cop who “accidentally” gunned down his fellow cop wound up fucking the smoked cop’s wife. Coincidence?