Case of Mistaken Identity:
So anyway, the other day my parents tell me that 2 police officers show up at thier house, demanding I "turn myself in", evidently I had sold drugs to an undercover cop in NJ in May of 2000, anyone who knows me knows this is impossible due to two major things:
I wasn't in NJ in May, I was dealing with issues from the migration of Slashdot to Exodus.
Anyone who knows me knows that I do not sell drugs, and I have never sold drugs.
So how did this happen?
After talking to the police officer in charge, evidently someone driving my sister's car, and named "Patrick" sold ecstacy to an undercover police officer, they ran the plates and saw my mother's name on the car. They put "Patrick" (my old name) and "Lynch" together, and got my old name, go figure. I know who it is, but I'm not saying, but the police now have a good idea as well. My sister was possibly in the car. While this is not cool, better them than me.
Gotta love our law enforcement officers, at least they were reasonable when I talked to them. And to some extent they were cool, it just kinda scared the crap outta me.