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...the law won
well it was bound to happen to me someday. i mean ive gotten away for so many other things that eventually fate would have me arrested. but really did it have to be for a stupid traffic violation from a couple years ago? which by the way i didnt even know i had.
when i heard my name called as they had us all lined up i knew i was fucked. but thats just my luck. all i could do was let them handcuff me. these "cops" were only out to get some people who werent doing no harm to anyone. what would have been the point in arguing when they'd already made up their mind.
danny and i sat in the squad car together making light of the situation. i wanted to ease him. for whatever my problem was i knew it was nowhere near his. and we laughed and cracked jokes and pointed out the irony, him wearing his black flag shirt depicting a cop with a gun in his mouth. the gun saying, "make me come faggot!" now really wouldnt you find that funny?
we got to the station and i was still worry free. i mean i was sleepy anyway so i could nap there if i wanted and i knew id be out soon. but i worried for my good friend.
then i remembered the tea.oh god the tea was starting to hit me. i sang along to green day songs on the radio at 4 am. i spent close to 5 hours handcuffed behind my back in a cell not large enough to lay down. and i was tripping. i carved "kamikaze koala" on a bench with the rungs of the cuffs. i had a cop stand inches away from me as i went to the restroom.
i looked at mendoza. r.i.p. mendoza. may the evidence room be good to you.
they didnt read my my miranda rights. they didnt tell me what i was being arrested for until about 20 minutes before they let me go. but like i said i wasnt worried about me. my main concern was for danny. and i hoped to see noone else that was with us taken in.
fucking cops.
well it was bound to happen to me someday. i mean ive gotten away for so many other things that eventually fate would have me arrested. but really did it have to be for a stupid traffic violation from a couple years ago? which by the way i didnt even know i had.
when i heard my name called as they had us all lined up i knew i was fucked. but thats just my luck. all i could do was let them handcuff me. these "cops" were only out to get some people who werent doing no harm to anyone. what would have been the point in arguing when they'd already made up their mind.
danny and i sat in the squad car together making light of the situation. i wanted to ease him. for whatever my problem was i knew it was nowhere near his. and we laughed and cracked jokes and pointed out the irony, him wearing his black flag shirt depicting a cop with a gun in his mouth. the gun saying, "make me come faggot!" now really wouldnt you find that funny?
we got to the station and i was still worry free. i mean i was sleepy anyway so i could nap there if i wanted and i knew id be out soon. but i worried for my good friend.
then i remembered the tea.oh god the tea was starting to hit me. i sang along to green day songs on the radio at 4 am. i spent close to 5 hours handcuffed behind my back in a cell not large enough to lay down. and i was tripping. i carved "kamikaze koala" on a bench with the rungs of the cuffs. i had a cop stand inches away from me as i went to the restroom.
i looked at mendoza. r.i.p. mendoza. may the evidence room be good to you.
they didnt read my my miranda rights. they didnt tell me what i was being arrested for until about 20 minutes before they let me go. but like i said i wasnt worried about me. my main concern was for danny. and i hoped to see noone else that was with us taken in.
fucking cops.