Quote Originally Posted by hello3pat
Well this is how it went:
Went for a walk at the baseball feilds near by my house and while there the wind begins to pick up a large amount. I saw the local police actually patroling some where besides the rich neighborhoods for once and they shine the spot light on me and I stop to talk to them. First thing the cop says as he steps out of the car was "Have you been smoking any pot tonight? Do you have any paraphernalia on you?" I said no then I realized I had my dugout on me with a small chillum and a roach in it, in short I just realized I'm royaly fucked. The cop begins searching me and of course finds the dugout in my coat pocket "Is this your's?", Without even thinking I reply " No sir, this is my borthers jacket I grabbed on the way out." I just start thinking, 'Oh shit, what the fuck did I just do' He opens it takes out the chillum smells it "This smells fresh" Wich I know to be bullshit because I literally havn't used it in a month and that was the first time to. He looks at the other hole in it and taps it on the hood and right at the instant I see the roach fall out he looks at his partner that just tripped on a root and the wind picks up and blows the roach away before they see it. Of course I'm thinking ' I guess there might be a god afterall'. Then he tells me to put my hands behind my back and that I'm under arrest for paraphernalia.
I go to the police station get booked, the entire time I'm extremely polite using my sirs and everything ( EXTREMELY rare for me) and they are still ripe assholes to me treating me like they found me stabbing someone, get put in a cell try to use the phone, come to find out it's fucked up because all it does is call my house and hang up. The entire time I was calm and together. So, I just decided to go to sleep and wait till the morning.
About an hour later my father shows up with 500 in cash to bail me out. When I saw him I felt like...I was a new Brutus, like I had stabed him in the back and betrayed him. When I reached to truck I broke down completely and began bawling, I must admit my father tried to comfort me by hugging me, but for some reason I didn't want to, I felt it was wrong for me to be comforted in any way especially by him. When we got home I was still crying and he told me that it was going to be all right, he was gonna go to the DA and try to get a bargin and it might get dropped if I go to a drug awarness class that's 8 hours long. He hugged me even though I didn't wan't him too.
Now I'm sitting here in my room on the verge of crying again, unable to beleive what just happened, my stupidity, and how I had just sold my integrity 'the last inch'
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