Some of us were at Pavilions on Woodruff and South in Lakewood crossing the picket lines. We bought some root beer and bananas. Eric yelled out "Communist!" That riled up one of the strikers with les than an average IQ, which isn't saying much. They exchanged comments for about two minutes or so. Just as we decided to call it a night a cop rolls up and asks us what were doing. We told him just hanging out. He asked if we were drinking beer. Root beer we told him. He took, Eric, Michael Hunt, and my name. After telling Eric that if he ever snuck behind a cop anymore he would get hurt, (Eric laughed) that we could go. A little side note, he kept looking in the back seat of my car. I forgot that my knife was lying out. Oops...