It was all bullshit man. I firmly know my rights and I know how to talk to the police in a calm, cool manner.
I walked past a parked squad car (they usually sit in this one spot to do paper work) and he stopped me 5 mins after I walked past him, I was probably quarter mile ahead of him. He asked me if I had been drinking that night cause I was walking funny (I broke my foot a while back but i have a permanent limp). I stated that I had not been drinking and I was omw to the grocery store. Then officer #2 showed up, he was the bigger dickhead. Officer #2 asked if I had ID on me and if I could show it to him. I asked if I had done something wrong or if I was being investigated, he answered no to bith questions. He asked for my ID again and I stated that he had just said I did nothing wrong. If I showed them my ID after those questions it would only be a courtesy on my part, not mandatory.
After I expressed my rights a second time, cop #1 said " alright buddy, I'm going to cuff you. You AREN'T under arrest, we're just detaining you until we figure this out." As soon as he detained me I knew the whole situation was gonna go to shit. Cop #1 and #2 talked quietly for a couple minutes behind squad car #1. They returned and cop #2 said "you got any gun knives or weapons on you? I stated that I did not and that I also did not consent to any searches and seizures of any kind. Cop #2 " alright buddy well I'm just going to check you real quick to make sure you're not hiding any WEAPONS." I had the oz of shatter in wax paper which was folded over so it fit nice and snug inside of a camel blues 100's box with a couple of cigs. It was located in my upper left breast pocket which was zipped shut. He started at my waist (firmly patting and feeling me up no homo) as he got to my ankles he moved back up to feel my upper body. I had a lighter, wallet, house keys, chapstick all in my pants and he said nothing about those. He got to my breast pocket and felt the pack of cigs. He said "ooh what's this" as he was simultaneously going into my pocket and pulling out the pack of cigs. My heart dropped as he opened the cigarettes and pulled out the wax paper. I don't particularly remember the words exchanged after that until I was in the back of the squad car being told my Miranda rights. Remember the officer stated that he was doing a search/ pat down for weapons. I guess he thought I was hiding my glock 19 in my pack of cigs..jk. I spent the night in jail talking to numerous individuals, most of them were pretty nice people who just made stupid decisions.