I have another story. I moved out of my house shortly before I turned sixteen. My brother, his girlfriend and I shared an apartment. I went to school during the day and I worked about 7:00 to 11:30 at night a couple days during the week and on weekends. I didn't have a car at the time so I had to hoof it home and practically every night a cop would pull up to me, ask me a load of questions, search me and then let me go. This went on for weeks. Eventually they would just flash their lights and wave at me or follow me for a bit and leave.
By chance I saw one of the cops at my job and we talked a little. I was glad I saw her because it proved I wasn't lying. She was laughing when she told me the cops were harassing me because they thought I was lying about walking home form work and I was actually a male prostitute. The area I walked through was a well known pick up spot. I was aware of this fact because beside the cops I had dudes pulling over and asking me if I was okay and needed a ride. I always declined. I didn't want to live out my days in someone's rape dungeon. This was before the days I knew about bodybuilding's seedy underbelly. If I knew then what I knew then I would have found the most sparkly pair of thongs I could find and made a few bucks.
Funny side story, one of the good samaritans who asked if I was okay and needed a ride was an administrator at my old school. I recognized him instantly because of his bad toupee. He didn't recognize me.