benzebenze

Hey all.

Yesterday I was given two tickets, one for possesion of .2 grams, the other for a pipe I had in my pocket. Here's how it all went down.

I was looking for some weed yesterday (you know, marijuana, astro turf airplane, dinkie dow), and this girl said she had some. I knew her, so I said that I would buy it from her, my since my regular dealer wasn't there, and I was desperate. We went to the local hangout spot and went behind it.

She pulled out a little baggie and said, "$35 please." She gave it to me and I looked at it. Immediately I said "WHAT THE ****?" She had maybe a bowl in there and was asking for $35 for it. Said some **** about hash powder sprinkled on that plant. What bull.

Right when I was about to hand it back and tell her to piss off for that insult to my intelligence, suddenly I hear, "HEY! Cops. Give me the dope." Two police officers on bicycles pop out of nowhere. I quickly stuffed it in my pocket (a move I obviously regret). I decided not to screw around and play games I would eventually lose, so I reluctantly gave it up when they demanded it.

Handcuffed, put in the back of the squad car. The girl said it was mine, that I was just showing it to her. What a load. I hope she gets what's coming to her. The officer said she was free to go.

I am taken to the station to be booked. Now mind you, I am a becoming a young man, at the age of 16. But I couldn't help it. I cried uncontrolably while the officers laughed and joked about their "kill". About how the "reeled in" a straight A student. But that wasn't all.

I typed a letter to my friend teling him I would help him set up an offtopic grow op. Aparently, he sent this to all of his happy little friends, and the police got a hold of it. Uh oh. NOW I'm in trouble. Through the interrogation, I held my ground. I never helped anyone set up a grow, or have sold any plants. I said the letter was a weird sense of humor farce joke. The detective says if he calls some people, and they say different, that they will "ram the book up my ass." To be honest, this scares me a little. He knows my friend's number who I gave the letter to. If he screws up on the phone, I'm screwed up. Truthfully, I didn't help anyone set up a grow. Ever. But I have the knowledge to, and could, and was planning to. But not anymore, not for a LONG time.

Once the detective got to the tough, court style life-or-death questions, I wisely said I wish to stop the interrogation process.

So, they booked me, took my fingerprints, that kinda stuff, and had my dad pick me up. My parents were both there, and they said nothing during the ride home. Absolutely nothing. They disapprove of me smoking weed. They haven't woken up yet, so I don't know what they are going to say. All I know is that I'm in deep ****.

Oh yeah, the girl got arrested that sold it to me, thankfully. Also, she has a HUGE record. I, until this day, had none. Fortunately, in my municipality, since I'm only 16, the record does not follow me once I turn 18. It DOES however, follow encounters with the cops if they decide to take my name. I guess that's okay though, I kinda got off the hook, with only two tickets.

All in all, I got lucky, this time. I will be MUCH more careful next time, that's for sure. Also, I got a new pipe and had some weed delivered to me this morning. Haha. In your face, Milwaukee police!

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id bet if god came down to earth he's say like OMFG SMOKE WEED ROFLOL