I got taken to juvenile hall, put in a holding area with kids that had stolen cars and stabbed other kids in fights. The funny thing is all these "bad kids" were really cool; we talked about video games (Donkey Kong!). I remember one kid got into a fight with his football coach and broke both the coach's legs. He was a big kid, looked like a grown man. He was pretty much in charge of the holding area. But he was cool as hell, cracked jokes with me. I actually kinda enjoyed the holding area.

Anyway, the officials thought I had just called 911 over and over, like to play a prank. They wouldn't hear anything about my computer or whatever (it was the early 80s). They were pissed. I was kept in the holding area for a few hours, then they let me go home. I was ordered to a bunch of community service, cleaning the parking lots of local parks, stuff like that.