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Sep 16, 2008 23:15

     2 AM on the sixteenth of September, I'm leaving Zack's place, downtown Minneapolis ( Read more... )

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buttercup20 September 18 2008, 02:21:20 UTC
HOLY
MOTHER
OF
GOD.

i hate the MOTHER FUCKING COPS.

those fucking cunt rags. MOTHER FUCKERS. I could scream.

I'm so sorry Al. MOTHER FUCKERS! You've got to be fucking kidding me. I just called your house, to see if you were home. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! I hate the cops. Hope all turned out well. I know what its like to be in the back of a cop car for no fucking reason. well...I think I had a little more reason than you. ;)

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thecats_hero September 18 2008, 04:50:35 UTC
Luckily (well, sort of luckily, I guess) they finally let me off with a citation for after-hours in the park. "Parked Closed" was what the cop wrote, lol. Parked.

But if I hadn't been needed at work in the morning, I was very close to being fine spending a night in jail. Let them abuse the power of their guns and holding cells. Let them feed their egos. I really wouldn't have cared.

At one point I said to the first officer, "Is this you protecting me? Why don't you just walk me to my car?"

God, and I was forced to listen to their shitty rock radio station in the car.

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