Mad Cow Steakho
New Member
Fucking shit. Long story.
Day before I leave I'm heading up the mountain, blazed as hell and I pass a cop about a block from my place. Mind you, I had gotten a DUI 3 months ago, but my lawyer had just told me that my license hadn't been suspended. I see those lovely fucking blue lights. And I'm literally 2 houses away from my place.
So the routine shit starts, the cop tries to trip me up into telling a lie and then switches his routine later, telling me that he's "just doing his job" and playing buddy so he can try to sucker me into thinking he's a great guy who only wants the best for me. Right.
As soon as backup arrives, they approach me with handcuffs. So I get put in the back, with the cuffs already digging in and drawing blood from my right wrist.
2 full hours later, I'm still in the backseat and the cop is smoking a cigarette while searching my car. And lucky me, they come back with a handful of Zoloft and say "What are these?"
Even though they were legally mine and I had a prescription for them in my back seat, they wouldn't get it. They would rather have another $1200 tacked onto my bond. So I told them that they're anti-depressants and he goes "Nuh-uh. These are muscle relaxers, and you're fucked." Figuring I had been pretty good up until this point I said "Hey high school dropout, flip them over on the other side and see if you can pronounce Zoloft". He responded by weakly smacking me on the side of the head. Guess I hit a sensitive spot.
Long story short, I was cool with the other officers and they booked me in in like half an hour, which was great, so I slept the whole time while a guy in solitary was tripping so bad he started drinking from the toilet. I was only in there for about 15 hours.
Which actually isn't all that bad. Only its going to be damn near impossible to pay $1500 in various fees and to get that money without a way to get to a job. But I'm working on some affadavits in the meantime.
But this does mean pretty much house arrest while I'm broke and no smoke for god knows how long. That's the hardest part.
Day before I leave I'm heading up the mountain, blazed as hell and I pass a cop about a block from my place. Mind you, I had gotten a DUI 3 months ago, but my lawyer had just told me that my license hadn't been suspended. I see those lovely fucking blue lights. And I'm literally 2 houses away from my place.
So the routine shit starts, the cop tries to trip me up into telling a lie and then switches his routine later, telling me that he's "just doing his job" and playing buddy so he can try to sucker me into thinking he's a great guy who only wants the best for me. Right.
As soon as backup arrives, they approach me with handcuffs. So I get put in the back, with the cuffs already digging in and drawing blood from my right wrist.
2 full hours later, I'm still in the backseat and the cop is smoking a cigarette while searching my car. And lucky me, they come back with a handful of Zoloft and say "What are these?"
Even though they were legally mine and I had a prescription for them in my back seat, they wouldn't get it. They would rather have another $1200 tacked onto my bond. So I told them that they're anti-depressants and he goes "Nuh-uh. These are muscle relaxers, and you're fucked." Figuring I had been pretty good up until this point I said "Hey high school dropout, flip them over on the other side and see if you can pronounce Zoloft". He responded by weakly smacking me on the side of the head. Guess I hit a sensitive spot.
Long story short, I was cool with the other officers and they booked me in in like half an hour, which was great, so I slept the whole time while a guy in solitary was tripping so bad he started drinking from the toilet. I was only in there for about 15 hours.
Which actually isn't all that bad. Only its going to be damn near impossible to pay $1500 in various fees and to get that money without a way to get to a job. But I'm working on some affadavits in the meantime.
But this does mean pretty much house arrest while I'm broke and no smoke for god knows how long. That's the hardest part.
