Apr 09, 2005 10:43
Well...i was driving back from Ciarra's house and I see the blueberries in my rear view mirror. I check my speedometer, lights, and everything looks cool....so of course im wondering why im getting pulled over. So he gets out of his car, comes to my window and says "we got a call of a dark colored mustang slashing tires." So i say, "you gotta be kidding me right?" He's like nope...so he takes my license and sits in his car for about 20 min. while i pass the time listening to some pink floyd. Then he comes to my car asking if i have a knife on me or anything else that can possibly slash tires...and im like no....and then i look in the compartment under my radio...and guess what is looking me right in the face??? my pocket knife!! So i give it to him...then he goes and sits in his car for about 10 more minutes...and then another cop shows up and they talk for a bit. Finally he comes back to my car telling my how much of a coincidence it is that i was coming from the same street with the same car and with a knife on me...and i was like....you are telling me. So then like at 12:30....he goes to ciarra's house..asks her AND HER PARENTS questions...ciarra confirms my story and her parents tell the cops that I am not the kind of kid who would go around slashing peoples' tires. All in all its just another brick in the wall.
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