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I was chillin with some friends in the "back" bedroom. and there was a knock on the door. My friends said it was the cops, I said to let them in. I mean they could hear our loud asses couldn't pretend we weren't home.
We had just finished smoking like 7-8 fatties in a row... we were ripped. We were all sitting on the bed (about 10 of us) it was x-mas time and there was X-mas lights on the wall behind us that slowly fade colors. We were trippin the fuck out on them. The cops came into the back bedroom, I didn't expect that. But they opened the door and shined the flashlight in. Smoke goes ROLLING out the door in front of the cop and his light... like 3 cops altogether.
He says Oh you guys are smokin a little something huh (pointing the light at the pile of fat ass roaches on the nightstand. Well Mr. Crooks, come in here and let me talk to you... apparently he had a PFA order for me, because I chased my girlfriend down main st. with a 20 guage mossberg. and she believed the apt. was hers. I was only 18 at the time, so don't start trippin, we all did stupid shit.
They gave me an hour to grab my "things" so I said that all the furniture and contents of the apt. belonged to me. He said to get clothes etc. etc. I said well forget it I will just go. I grabbed my jacket and the pile of roaches and left... cop followed me out. Never said anything, he watched me looking around for something to put them in too.
Classic
and like most PFA's I was back home that same night.
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