
Originally Posted by
alphaman
too much to list. i'll put one down.
one night i got drunk and fukked up on drugs as shit, lost touch w/ reality, got the cops called on me, tried to run when they got there, stuggled with several of them for a spell, elbowed one of them in the eye, got maced, still kept fighting, was feeling no pain(according to people who were there, this lasted for quite some time after this), they finally got me in the back of the car (there were seven of them in court), yacked all OVER the back of the car (windows included [spitefully]), continued to be belligerent in the jail to deputies, was making fun of one softie, and they busted my head up against the wall when i wasn't looking, refused medical attention for the gaping wound on my head (paranoingly thought they were trying to blood test me to prove i was on more than alchohol), was taken to the magistrate and told him to fukk off, got denied bail, got a bond hearing the next day where the judge read the arrest report that said i shit all over myself. go ahead laugh..........
It was a lie. The cops and deputies told the magistrate that because I was such an insolent, tongue slashing asshole. I only know this to be true because I got my underwear back when I got bonded out, and they were clean as could be. But, just imagine me in court when the Judge says, "It says here that you vomited and deficated all over yourself, and went running and screaming through the nieghborhood." I was like, "Deficated on myself?? No, no, I didn't do that!", continuing to argue about it until she asked me if I was calling the officers and the magistrate liars, so I just shut up. Oh, and how did I get bonded out?? The judge wasn't going to let me out, but my beautiful mother pleaded for me in court, in tears, so she let me go. There ain't a lick of bs to that story.