Save Point
I was sitting in class one day, then I blinked and it was over. Graduation sure did come alot sooner than I thought it would. Sentimental, yes. I probably won't see many of my friends again for months or years, if ever again. Of course the ones that really matter will keep in contact with me no matter what. So I'm trying to think of what happened over the past two weeks. I want to keep updating, but I never got a chance. One thing I most definetly remember was spending the night in county jail.
Started the Saturday before graduation. I was at a friend's graduation party, left early, stole a bunch of drinks. On the ride home, I was thirsty, so I opened a bottle. Then I realized how early it was, and I didn't want to go home, so I went to see a friend. Waited outside for half an hour for her to come home, she didn't show, so I left in search of another friend. My other friend wasn't home either, so I left and went back to the first house I visited. I knew this friend would be home before midnight, so I parked the car and sat in her yard awaiting her arrival.
After about 30 minutes a police car comes by and stops in the street. A guy jumps out and shines his light at me. Asks me a bunch of questions: what I'm doing here, who lives here, blah blah blah. Turns out the neighbor was an off-duty cop and radio-ed for back-up saying that I'm some burglar trying to break into the house. Alright, my friend isn't home, so she can't defend me, and her parents don't know who I am, so they're against me. Then another police car shows up, the cop checks my car, and finds 3 empty bottles, an unopened bottle, a "6-pack" which is actually just soda in glass bottles (go figure), 3 types of cameras, a guitar, and some other expensive shit. So they know I'm drunk and they think I'm a thief, and my friend's dad thinks I'm fooling around with his daughter, and the neighbor had a shotgun with him the whole time while he waited for back-up and I'm just sitting in the grass with my hands on my head thinking, what the hell just happened? Maybe I really was drunk, but I was just lonely, and looking for attention, and now that I finally found it, I was actually, quite happy. So there were 4 charges: intoxicated minor, trespassing, DUI (since they knew I drove there), and opened containers in car or some shit like that. All charges were dropped except the first, so the hand-cuffs went on and I got in the back of the police cruiser. There I was fingerprinted, photographed (a gave a thumbs up in my mug shot), and given a phone call. Sat in my holding cell for a few hours, talked to the jailor for a while, nice guy. I really was having a blast the whole time. The cops talked about how no one has ever come into the station so "calm and excited" at the same time because I was just happy to be meeting new people at the time. The whole time I was just wishing I had my camera.
Things start getting a little more serious when they move me from the holding cell to Coffee County Jail. There I get processed again and then put into a jail cell, WHICH WAS DESIGNED FOR ONE PERSON, BUT WAS HOLDING ME AND TWO INMATES. That wasn't too bad though, met an inmate named Earl and another they called Danny Boy. They seemed like nice guys, just drug addicts. After a few hours of that, my bondsman finally came and got me out which is fortunate, cause she was the only one that happened to be home, and the magistrate wouldn't be able to get me out till Tuesday. So my parents pick me up at the station, and I go on my merry way. Court date is June 27th. I recommened everyone go to jail just once before they turn 21 (so they can plead youthful offender) because it's a pretty good experience, at least it is when you're somewhat tipsy.
Mythbusters!
Myth: Jail is a place of variety, cotaining Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, and Asians.
Reality: Nope, only black people. Saw it with my own eyes.
So I got a diploma and I'm waiting for college to start. I'm spending this coming week in Key Largo, Florida, on a SCUBA diving trip. Hopefully, I'll come back with some good pictures. Actually, I leave today in a few hours. Leaving before the sun comes up. I'll be back before Sunday.
This is basically what me, Ace, and Myke did throughout our senior year.
Last day of school in Ms. Wilson's class.
Someone forgot to tell Alan that school was officially over and he could stop studying.
I could totally fit three bodies in my trunk.
Someone messed with my camera and delayed the aperature
making this interesting picture at the Drama Club banquet.
"You know, I know, they don't know anything,
About you and me and all our kind.
Reasonless, meaningless superiority,
Slaughtered symphonies in our minds.
This college cattle call,
Ships of the hundred herds of young and wealthy work horse mules.
The teachers label all the dreamers fools,
"We're not their fucking tools!"
One day, someday, I'll make it out of this
High school hell hole, fly away.
Don't waste time being mad at everything,
Freedom's only a breath away.
Caps will fly up, signal the rifleman.
Drop your gown and jet right out.
The sky engulfed in our triumphant shouts,
Yeah shout, shout it out!"
~ Say Anything
*D-day anniversary today*
Started the Saturday before graduation. I was at a friend's graduation party, left early, stole a bunch of drinks. On the ride home, I was thirsty, so I opened a bottle. Then I realized how early it was, and I didn't want to go home, so I went to see a friend. Waited outside for half an hour for her to come home, she didn't show, so I left in search of another friend. My other friend wasn't home either, so I left and went back to the first house I visited. I knew this friend would be home before midnight, so I parked the car and sat in her yard awaiting her arrival.
After about 30 minutes a police car comes by and stops in the street. A guy jumps out and shines his light at me. Asks me a bunch of questions: what I'm doing here, who lives here, blah blah blah. Turns out the neighbor was an off-duty cop and radio-ed for back-up saying that I'm some burglar trying to break into the house. Alright, my friend isn't home, so she can't defend me, and her parents don't know who I am, so they're against me. Then another police car shows up, the cop checks my car, and finds 3 empty bottles, an unopened bottle, a "6-pack" which is actually just soda in glass bottles (go figure), 3 types of cameras, a guitar, and some other expensive shit. So they know I'm drunk and they think I'm a thief, and my friend's dad thinks I'm fooling around with his daughter, and the neighbor had a shotgun with him the whole time while he waited for back-up and I'm just sitting in the grass with my hands on my head thinking, what the hell just happened? Maybe I really was drunk, but I was just lonely, and looking for attention, and now that I finally found it, I was actually, quite happy. So there were 4 charges: intoxicated minor, trespassing, DUI (since they knew I drove there), and opened containers in car or some shit like that. All charges were dropped except the first, so the hand-cuffs went on and I got in the back of the police cruiser. There I was fingerprinted, photographed (a gave a thumbs up in my mug shot), and given a phone call. Sat in my holding cell for a few hours, talked to the jailor for a while, nice guy. I really was having a blast the whole time. The cops talked about how no one has ever come into the station so "calm and excited" at the same time because I was just happy to be meeting new people at the time. The whole time I was just wishing I had my camera.
Things start getting a little more serious when they move me from the holding cell to Coffee County Jail. There I get processed again and then put into a jail cell, WHICH WAS DESIGNED FOR ONE PERSON, BUT WAS HOLDING ME AND TWO INMATES. That wasn't too bad though, met an inmate named Earl and another they called Danny Boy. They seemed like nice guys, just drug addicts. After a few hours of that, my bondsman finally came and got me out which is fortunate, cause she was the only one that happened to be home, and the magistrate wouldn't be able to get me out till Tuesday. So my parents pick me up at the station, and I go on my merry way. Court date is June 27th. I recommened everyone go to jail just once before they turn 21 (so they can plead youthful offender) because it's a pretty good experience, at least it is when you're somewhat tipsy.
Mythbusters!
Myth: Jail is a place of variety, cotaining Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, and Asians.
Reality: Nope, only black people. Saw it with my own eyes.
So I got a diploma and I'm waiting for college to start. I'm spending this coming week in Key Largo, Florida, on a SCUBA diving trip. Hopefully, I'll come back with some good pictures. Actually, I leave today in a few hours. Leaving before the sun comes up. I'll be back before Sunday.
This is basically what me, Ace, and Myke did throughout our senior year.
Last day of school in Ms. Wilson's class.
Someone forgot to tell Alan that school was officially over and he could stop studying.
I could totally fit three bodies in my trunk.
Someone messed with my camera and delayed the aperature
making this interesting picture at the Drama Club banquet.
"You know, I know, they don't know anything,
About you and me and all our kind.
Reasonless, meaningless superiority,
Slaughtered symphonies in our minds.
This college cattle call,
Ships of the hundred herds of young and wealthy work horse mules.
The teachers label all the dreamers fools,
"We're not their fucking tools!"
One day, someday, I'll make it out of this
High school hell hole, fly away.
Don't waste time being mad at everything,
Freedom's only a breath away.
Caps will fly up, signal the rifleman.
Drop your gown and jet right out.
The sky engulfed in our triumphant shouts,
Yeah shout, shout it out!"
~ Say Anything
*D-day anniversary today*