You Can't Leave. You're breaking the LAW!!

One time, we went to this bar called Glen’s Bombay Club. It was in the Esplanade Shopping Ctr, where Hooters, Clicks, Melting Pot, and Sullivan’s is. Well, it was this total fucked up little joint where all the ragged bitches in thier 30’s-40’s would roll up, and the dudes were all either old or they shaved their arms and had tribal armband tattoos. I don’t know why we went there. I think it was because the line to get into Southdowns was too long. See, every now and then to keep yourself in check, you just have to suck it up and have a "Go Look At People With An IQ of 30 In Bars" night.
Well, we went in and drank a bunch and then got really scared by the fuckjobs hanging around in the joint, so it was time to roll out. I had to pee really bad, and I didn’t feel like going back in so I went by the side of the truck. All of a sudden, this snaggletoothed yokle walks around the vehicle. I kind of turned towards the truck so he couldn’t see me pissing all over the tires of someone’s tricked out Hyundai. He walked past, then walked back and said:
"Whudder you dooooowen?"
I looked around and kind of turned around and said "Nothing. You know. Just waiting for my friends, so we can get in the car and uh you know err (trailing off)." He says "Well, I saw whud you werr doin, you werr pissin’ all over the ground. Well guess whud? I’m a cop. And you’re in some big trouble." I was like "Oh come on, you’re not a cop." "Oh yessir I AM! And yer breaking the LAW!"
He stepped back and kind of motioned over to a group of people. I’d finished peeing long after his initial threat. "Hey!" he was screaming. "This guy over herrrre is BREAKING THE LAW!" I was like "Dude, come on. Knock it off. I wasn’t breaking the law." He said "No, you was breaking it. I seen you." As he’s doing this, I’m trying to open my truck door, but I couldn’t get it open. My pushbutton remote unlock had opened the other doors so everyone had began to pile in, but my door wouldn’t open. He saw me struggling with it and said "Oh, you caint leave! You’re breaking the law."
My door finally unlocked, and I was getting into the truck and he was still frustratingly yelling "YOU CAINNNNT LEAVE!" I then realized he was wearing blue jean cuttoffs and had earrings. The car he was next to had a 6" exhaust tip. I jumped in the truck and started it up. He runs up to the window, and makes one final attempt to tell me that I couldn’t leave and that I was apparantly in fact breaking the law. I mouthed to him "I’m leaving" and drove away hastilly.
So one of two things are certain. He actually wan’t a cop, or the Gonzales Police Dept uniform consists of cutoffs, a buzzcut, tennis shoes, bad teeth, and earings in both ears.