My experience in jail.

The other day I was walking along the sidewalk at my local park when I see these four people sitting down at a bench. The group was three scruffy looking guys and a slut with black fish net stockings. They all had a beer in each hand. They called me over. I have never seen these people before so I was afraid and just ignored them. They continually called me over. Out of nowhere they all get up and start chasing me. Just as they were about to catch me and beat me to a pulp I stopped and turn around with my arms up and asked them what they wanted. All they wanted was for me to have a beer with them. Since they could've beaten me to an inch of my life, I gladly took the beer with them. Just then a police car pulls up and all the teenagers scammer away, leaving me with five beer cans.

The cop pulled up to me and grabbed me as hard as he could and threw me to the ground. Then he picked me up and hurled me into a vending machine that happened to be right there. When he was done murdering me he threw me in the back of his car and drove to the station. I tried explaining my actions but everytime I mentioned a word he yelled back, "shut up, kid!" Very frightening. When we arrived at the beat up station with bird shit all over it, he brought me in. He then told me to sit down and he'll ask me questions in a minute. I was hoping he'd take me into one of those cool one sided mirror rooms with the round table and two foldable chairs that the mafia has. Instead he brought me into a crappy hallway. Very disappointing. If he would've brought me into a cool room with a leather sofa and slapped a Coke in my hand I would've gladdly answered all his questions for hours. So I basically just talked and answered his questions in a way that was hard to understand.

I think the cop was getting irritated because he then put me into a jail cell with a bad ass Native American named Steven Albequarque. He was awesome. A jail cell is just how everyone says it is: small, one bed, a sink, and a toilet. The food also sucked. They kept me there for a total of two weeks. It taught me a lot of lessons and how to survive without getting your ass kicked by psycho serial killers who are there.

When they finally caught the kids who gave me the beer, they believed my story and let me go. I said fair well to Steven and the cops drove me home. I always thought it would be embarassing to be in the back of a cop car. It wasn't. Everyone looked at me terrified like I was going to kill them. I glared out at everyone who looked at me with a look that said, "you're next, mother fucker." It was the best.

When it was all said and done, the police didn't give me anything. That's when my bullshit alarm went off. They brought me in for possesion of alcohol and questioned me over and over where I got it and everytime I told them I got it from some punk ass teenagers at therk they yelled, "liar!" at me. Here's how the conversation went:

Cop: Where did you get that beer, kid?

Me: Look, officer, I got it from these kids who forced me to have a drink with them. They chased me and everything.

Cop: Liar! You got it from some sick ass bum,didn't you?! Didn't you!? Answer the question!

Me: No! I was walking along when these underaged teenagers called me over. I refused so they chased me down. That's the story.

Cop: Quit lying,kid! You're going to be in a lot of trouble.

[Another cop enters the room.]

Cop #2: Sir, we found the teenagers. This kid was telling the truth the entire time.

Cop: Oh...

The asshole didn't even give me an apology. He yells at my face and then gets proved wrong and doesn't give me anything. All he had to do was give me a new car or a stack of 20s and I would've been fine. But no, they don't give me anything. Cheap bastards.

The police can kiss my ass.


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		The other day I was walking along the sidewalk at my local park when I see these four people sitting down at a bench. The group was three scruffy looking guys and a slut with black fish net stockings. They all had a beer in each hand. They called me over. I have never seen these people before so I was afraid and just ignored them. They continually called me over. Out of nowhere they all get up and start chasing me. Just as they were about to catch me and beat me to a pulp I stopped and turn around with my arms up and asked them what they wanted. All they wanted was for me to have a beer with them. Since they could've beaten me to an inch of my life, I gladly took the beer with them. Just then a police car pulls up and all the teenagers scammer away, leaving me with five beer cans. The cop pulled up to me and grabbed me as hard as he could and threw me to the ground. Then he picked me up and hurled me into a vending machine that happened to be right there. When he was done murdering me he threw me in the back of his car and drove to the station. I tried explaining my actions but everytime I mentioned a word he yelled back, "shut up, kid!" Very frightening. When we arrived at the beat up station with bird shit all over it, he brought me in. He then told me to sit down and he'll ask me questions in a minute. I was hoping he'd take me into one of those cool one sided mirror rooms with the round table and two foldable chairs that the mafia has. Instead he brought me into a crappy hallway. Very disappointing. If he would've brought me into a cool room with a leather sofa and slapped a Coke in my hand I would've gladdly answered all his questions for hours. So I basically just talked and answered his questions in a way that was hard to understand. I think the cop was getting irritated because he then put me into a jail cell with a bad ass Native American named Steven Albequarque. He was awesome. A jail cell is just how everyone says it is: small, one bed, a sink, and a toilet. The food also sucked. They kept me there for a total of two weeks. It taught me a lot of lessons and how to survive without getting your ass kicked by psycho serial killers who are there. When they finally caught the kids who gave me the beer, they believed my story and let me go. I said fair well to Steven and the cops drove me home. I always thought it would be embarassing to be in the back of a cop car. It wasn't. Everyone looked at me terrified like I was going to kill them. I glared out at everyone who looked at me with a look that said, "you're next, mother fucker." It was the best. When it was all said and done, the police didn't give me anything. That's when my bullshit alarm went off. They brought me in for possesion of alcohol and questioned me over and over where I got it and everytime I told them I got it from some punk ass teenagers at therk they yelled, "liar!" at me. Here's how the conversation went: Cop: Where did you get that beer, kid? Me: Look, officer, I got it from these kids who forced me to have a drink with them. They chased me and everything. Cop: Liar! You got it from some sick ass bum,didn't you?! Didn't you!? Answer the question! Me: No! I was walking along when these underaged teenagers called me over. I refused so they chased me down. That's the story. Cop: Quit lying,kid! You're going to be in a lot of trouble. [Another cop enters the room.] Cop #2: Sir, we found the teenagers. This kid was telling the truth the entire time. Cop: Oh... The asshole didn't even give me an apology. He yells at my face and then gets proved wrong and doesn't give me anything. All he had to do was give me a new car or a stack of 20s and I would've been fine. But no, they don't give me anything. Cheap bastards. The police can kiss my ass.



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