2cesarewild
06-03-2005, 08:43 PM
So I got stopped last night for failure to stop at what was, in my mind, an obstructed stop sign. They tell me they smell marijuana and ask if I have any marijuana in my car, I say no. The officer at my window has me get out, as the other officer on my passenger side just continues to rummage through my shit as he was doing since they got to my car. To make a long story short, they are trying to nab me with pos. d, and pos b with intent... The best part about this story- the flagrant ignorance of the officers who arrested me.
The first officer was so close to my face he was spitting on my face as he was bitching and i said something to him that ended with the word "man." Now I don't know about you, but I believe every person is just that, a person, and as long as I am not grossly disrespecting them, I can address them how I want. So, they ask me if they look like ghetto mother fuckers, I guess it's real ghetto to say man... Here I was thinking that I rejected the whole pop gangsterism thing, but I guess not. Then, the cop says something to me that ends in bro.... When I point it out, he tells me he's starting to talk like me from being around me too much, and I asked, oh so you mean talking like a person? and he shut up.
Next, the hick bastard officer is just like squirting in his pants, going "o yea baby this car is mine, oh yea, the paperwork will all be through in three days, and one of my detectives will be driving it." It's like yea look at me dealing bricks of cocaine and heroin... wtf? They're gonna seize my car? At this point, I thought it couldn't get any more ludicrous, but it does. The hick cop was apparently the head of the drug force, and has been so for twelve years. You figure he might know something about drugs... SOMETHING. Then he tries telling me that the substances I was allegedly in possession of with intent to sell are as bad as heroin. Marijuana is as bad as heroin... right pal. I don't know if he thought I was an ignoramus, or if it was just his lack of intelligence due to centuries of inbreeding? When I question him about the marijuana and heroin comparison, he goes, well, it's as bad as ecstasy... Yet another awesome comparison, Sitting under a bridge, in the nod, broken dirty needle in your arm, just drooling all over... or dancing and being happy at a club or concert.. ignorance runs rampart in the worst places.
Then he tells me I have a problem with society. Here I was thinking that society might have a problem with me due to the fact that they have declared a war on me.
So that was last night. Today I call the vice and they tell me they are definately seizing my car along with all my property. So, you know, all my GD cd's, live phish 1-20 (those weren't even mine), blue floyd cd's, schoolbooks, school notebooks, just loads of shit that was chilling in my car that they have no business even touching because I am not a drugdealer. These fucking swine tell me that the amount I am accused of possession is enough for them to seize my car.. I don't even know the amounts they accused me of having yet as I haven't had a chance to see the police report.. I had like 30 bucks of my own money in my pocket, and i am driving a kia, with a smashed window and broken blinkers... YEA I'M FUCKING BLING BLINGING OVER HERE YOU WHORES. You would swear I was selling bricks of heroin to twelve year old girls in a friendly suburban neighborhood by what they were able to seize. I mean, seriously, the war on drugs is a bit out of hand.
As soon as I am done with this bs, probation, jail, fines whatever, I am fucking out of this shitty country. I used to think I was born in the wrong generation, but now it's clear I am in the wrong country.
Fuck the war on drugs.
The first officer was so close to my face he was spitting on my face as he was bitching and i said something to him that ended with the word "man." Now I don't know about you, but I believe every person is just that, a person, and as long as I am not grossly disrespecting them, I can address them how I want. So, they ask me if they look like ghetto mother fuckers, I guess it's real ghetto to say man... Here I was thinking that I rejected the whole pop gangsterism thing, but I guess not. Then, the cop says something to me that ends in bro.... When I point it out, he tells me he's starting to talk like me from being around me too much, and I asked, oh so you mean talking like a person? and he shut up.
Next, the hick bastard officer is just like squirting in his pants, going "o yea baby this car is mine, oh yea, the paperwork will all be through in three days, and one of my detectives will be driving it." It's like yea look at me dealing bricks of cocaine and heroin... wtf? They're gonna seize my car? At this point, I thought it couldn't get any more ludicrous, but it does. The hick cop was apparently the head of the drug force, and has been so for twelve years. You figure he might know something about drugs... SOMETHING. Then he tries telling me that the substances I was allegedly in possession of with intent to sell are as bad as heroin. Marijuana is as bad as heroin... right pal. I don't know if he thought I was an ignoramus, or if it was just his lack of intelligence due to centuries of inbreeding? When I question him about the marijuana and heroin comparison, he goes, well, it's as bad as ecstasy... Yet another awesome comparison, Sitting under a bridge, in the nod, broken dirty needle in your arm, just drooling all over... or dancing and being happy at a club or concert.. ignorance runs rampart in the worst places.
Then he tells me I have a problem with society. Here I was thinking that society might have a problem with me due to the fact that they have declared a war on me.
So that was last night. Today I call the vice and they tell me they are definately seizing my car along with all my property. So, you know, all my GD cd's, live phish 1-20 (those weren't even mine), blue floyd cd's, schoolbooks, school notebooks, just loads of shit that was chilling in my car that they have no business even touching because I am not a drugdealer. These fucking swine tell me that the amount I am accused of possession is enough for them to seize my car.. I don't even know the amounts they accused me of having yet as I haven't had a chance to see the police report.. I had like 30 bucks of my own money in my pocket, and i am driving a kia, with a smashed window and broken blinkers... YEA I'M FUCKING BLING BLINGING OVER HERE YOU WHORES. You would swear I was selling bricks of heroin to twelve year old girls in a friendly suburban neighborhood by what they were able to seize. I mean, seriously, the war on drugs is a bit out of hand.
As soon as I am done with this bs, probation, jail, fines whatever, I am fucking out of this shitty country. I used to think I was born in the wrong generation, but now it's clear I am in the wrong country.
Fuck the war on drugs.