Cell phone
Most of you have heard this story so you dont need to read it again. However, there was a large demand for me to repeat this story and instead of typing it over AIM 12 times, i decided to post it.
MY HUMBLE STORY takes place about 2 months ago, the day after our first football game at Arthur Hill. I went to Sarah Schultz's house that night after the game and it was pretty good, i had some fun, and since i couldnt drive i needed a ride home. My good friendJeff zapolski gave me a ride home. Half way home i realized i 4got my phone somewhere but i was to tired to give a shit and was like i'll go get it tomarrow some time. So i went to sleep not even thinking about it. I got up saturday morning and went to film 4 football. We watched the game and it was all good. I got a ride from my mom and when i get in my car the first thing she asked me was where's ur phone? I was like shit its al Sarahs and she asked is sarah black er jsut ghetto and was like neither and she goes, "Then i dont think its at Sarahs". So i call it rite and this ghetto as motherfucker answers and to make a long conversation short she wanted a large sum of money (i wanna say $60 but i dont think thats it) for me to get my phone back. At first i was like fuck that but then i called back and tried to reason. She wasnt havin that.
So when we got home we called the police. First, officer darby came and we talked for a while and came to the conclusion that since i THOUGHT i left it at Sarahs (in the city) then the township couldnt do anything bout it. So we called the City and of corse, being a low-priority crime, we were put on a waiting list and i guess we'd not have been served till like that sunday (thats asuming no one else got shot up). So my mom was like "hey! why dont we grab like 3 five dollar bills (thats all we had) and pretend to give it to them and run!" Horrible idea, i knew it, but i went along with it. So i was like lets go and as we were leaving Officer Darby calls and is like stay home i need to come talk to you. So we stayed and i guess theres some 100 foot er yard er meter er somethin rule. So if they're within 100 somethins of the township we can go get them. SO officer Darby (posing as my mom) got them to meet us at the Kroger on Davenport. But thats not all, we went to the police station and i guess there were a couple officers that had nothing to do cuz they were like can we come so they did. So now officer Darby, whose like a 6' 3" women, layed on the floor in the back of out van and the two other cops parked across Davenport and watched.
So when we got there i called and i was like "Where you at?" sounding as ghetto as possible, and they made me like discribe my clothes and car and walk away from the car then they finally came out. It was this skinny black guy who turned out to b 19 and this ghetto white chick whos like 20. I was like "You got the phone?" and he's like "You got the money" and we went back and forth another time and a half till he goes "You go the money???" And like reached in his jacket like her got a gun. OKAY i am FUCKIN FREAKIN OUT on the inside but on the outside i'm calm cool and collected... Straight up gangsta.
Luckily for this gangsta Officer Darby jumps out (I swear she is the fastest 6'3" women i've ever seen) and grabs 'em. The girl was like "Oh fuck" and jsut stood there and the dude like started 2 run but Darbys lightning quick reflexes caught him in like 2 steps. It was crazy. Then the other cops can from across the street and they arrested them all. So i'm still standin there, i think i pee'd my pants a lil, and they're goin through their pockets and find out it was a fuckin air-sof gun. Damn. They also had like ciggarettes and stuff, but no real weapons, so i pee'd my pants for no reason... And as i meantioned earlier, we didnt press charges but i guess the state is... so this story is TO BE CONTIUED......'
Ever adveturous
Justin
MY HUMBLE STORY takes place about 2 months ago, the day after our first football game at Arthur Hill. I went to Sarah Schultz's house that night after the game and it was pretty good, i had some fun, and since i couldnt drive i needed a ride home. My good friendJeff zapolski gave me a ride home. Half way home i realized i 4got my phone somewhere but i was to tired to give a shit and was like i'll go get it tomarrow some time. So i went to sleep not even thinking about it. I got up saturday morning and went to film 4 football. We watched the game and it was all good. I got a ride from my mom and when i get in my car the first thing she asked me was where's ur phone? I was like shit its al Sarahs and she asked is sarah black er jsut ghetto and was like neither and she goes, "Then i dont think its at Sarahs". So i call it rite and this ghetto as motherfucker answers and to make a long conversation short she wanted a large sum of money (i wanna say $60 but i dont think thats it) for me to get my phone back. At first i was like fuck that but then i called back and tried to reason. She wasnt havin that.
So when we got home we called the police. First, officer darby came and we talked for a while and came to the conclusion that since i THOUGHT i left it at Sarahs (in the city) then the township couldnt do anything bout it. So we called the City and of corse, being a low-priority crime, we were put on a waiting list and i guess we'd not have been served till like that sunday (thats asuming no one else got shot up). So my mom was like "hey! why dont we grab like 3 five dollar bills (thats all we had) and pretend to give it to them and run!" Horrible idea, i knew it, but i went along with it. So i was like lets go and as we were leaving Officer Darby calls and is like stay home i need to come talk to you. So we stayed and i guess theres some 100 foot er yard er meter er somethin rule. So if they're within 100 somethins of the township we can go get them. SO officer Darby (posing as my mom) got them to meet us at the Kroger on Davenport. But thats not all, we went to the police station and i guess there were a couple officers that had nothing to do cuz they were like can we come so they did. So now officer Darby, whose like a 6' 3" women, layed on the floor in the back of out van and the two other cops parked across Davenport and watched.
So when we got there i called and i was like "Where you at?" sounding as ghetto as possible, and they made me like discribe my clothes and car and walk away from the car then they finally came out. It was this skinny black guy who turned out to b 19 and this ghetto white chick whos like 20. I was like "You got the phone?" and he's like "You got the money" and we went back and forth another time and a half till he goes "You go the money???" And like reached in his jacket like her got a gun. OKAY i am FUCKIN FREAKIN OUT on the inside but on the outside i'm calm cool and collected... Straight up gangsta.
Luckily for this gangsta Officer Darby jumps out (I swear she is the fastest 6'3" women i've ever seen) and grabs 'em. The girl was like "Oh fuck" and jsut stood there and the dude like started 2 run but Darbys lightning quick reflexes caught him in like 2 steps. It was crazy. Then the other cops can from across the street and they arrested them all. So i'm still standin there, i think i pee'd my pants a lil, and they're goin through their pockets and find out it was a fuckin air-sof gun. Damn. They also had like ciggarettes and stuff, but no real weapons, so i pee'd my pants for no reason... And as i meantioned earlier, we didnt press charges but i guess the state is... so this story is TO BE CONTIUED......'
Ever adveturous
Justin