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so. arrested. here's what happened, cause everyone is asking.
there was suppoooooosed to be the no kaias party tonight, and of course mike and i were getting the booze, cause it was our party. well, we had already gotten what we needed, but who doesn't love excess? i mean come on, we're not amish. so we went to another albertsons to get a couple more bottles, and there were security guys working there, and one of them recognized us from last time we hit that one, like two weeks ago. so, we had 3 secret shoppers following us around the whole time, and we had no fucking clue, well mike and i both saw them looking at us, and said something to each other about it, but totaly disregarded it as the normal dirty looks we get from the tough guy foot ball player types for looking like faggots, adn went on with our business.
so we get what we want, and we go to leave, and this like buff ass 250lb. guy puts me in a bear hug and goes, "stop!" so i start kicking his legs, and elbowing him in the sides as hard as i can, but he doesn't budge, instead he drops his arms some, so that i can't swing, and says, "i said stop, i'm store security" so i do, and mike and i totalyt play the cooperative good kids role, and get them to like us, and kinda trust us, talking to him and the 300lb "black belt, ex cage fighter" ...or so he said, about sports, and lifting weights, and stupid stuff like that.
then i realise how increadibly stupidly you can even immaginely fucked i am.
I'M ALREADY ON PROBATION, for the fucking rock thing with the car hitting it! i got a fucking felony charge, and as long as i stayed out of trouble, it would go down to a misdemeanor in december. key words "as long as i stayed out of trouble." well. there goes that. now i'm going to have a fucking felony on my record for the fucking rest of my life. not going away. ever. i can't vote, i can't own a gun, i can't be president, there's sooooooo much i can't do now. just because of this.
so i start flipping the fuck out. i don't know what to do. i still don't know what the fuck to do. so i start pleading with them, asking if there is anything i can do to not involve the police in any way, explaining to them what this is going to do to me, and how fucked i'm going to be just beacuse of this. they didn't give even a billionth of a shit.
so mike looks at me, and mouths "wanna run?" i was iffy at first and mouthed back "how? they have all our information" and he says "we grab it and book" and i say "ok, you get the papers, i'll get our lisences and the photos" and he nods.
so it's set. now we just need the right timing, soi casualy put on my messenger bag and stand up acting as though i was stretching my legs, and lean against the counter, and stayed there, untill it was just right when all the big security guys were in the office behind us, so that we had some distance on them. the last guy goes in there, so it's just us and the fat guy filling out reports. ask to see my report, the guy says ok, and i go "170!?!?! you gotta be fucking kidding me! i'm only like 150!" and he goes "that's what it says on there" implying my lisence, so i set down the paper, and pick it up, making nothing of it, then pick up mike's and go "140!?!?! bull shit fat ass" and mike jumps up and grabs the papers from under the guy, and i grab the pictures of us, and shoved them and our lisences into my pockets, as we take off.
just naturaly i suppose i'm pulling chairs out into the way behind me to slow them down, and i'm reaching ahead to push mike a lil faster......and he does the same thing. so i'm like oh fuck and hurtle over this stupid chair.
and the second i land, the big foot ball player guy, chad throws me against a wall, and keeps going after mike, and soi keep going, and get tackled by this other fat guy that was the manager there. so i totaly do the like judo flip thing where i role on my back and kick him over my head, and punch him in the chest as hard as i can as he goes above me, then scramble back up, and start to run again, except now he's in front of me, and he gets up some how after going into a wall upide down, and tackles me again, throws me on my belly, and hand cuffs me behind my back. so i look up and see through the two-way mirror mike dashing out of the store.
so, i'm caught for good, and the guy throws me into this chair and is all "what the fuck were you trying to run for boy!?!?" and on the spot i'm like "what!? running!? i'm not trying to get away, if i wanted to get away you would have been fucking ghosted, you're fat, and i'm a fucking track star, come on do you really think i was trying to run away!?" all pissed off like, and he goes, "what do you mean!? if you weren't running, i wouldn't have fucking tackled your ass" and i go, "no moron, i was trying to stop mike from running away and doing something way stupid" he goes, "what do you mean?" and i say, "duh, he's totaly fucked himself over now, now not only will he get what he had comming to him, he's gonna get resisting arrest tacked on too" and he looks at me all respectfully or something stupid like that and goes, "wow, that was a good move on your part, but you're staying in the cuffs track star"
then he asks, "where the fuck are those ID's adn photos boy?" and i go i dunno, he must have grabbed them" and he goes, "bull shit, i'll fucking strip search you mother fucker" and i go, "go ahead, i don't fucking have them" and he reaches into my pockets, and pulls them out, and goes, "oh? and what the fuck are these then?" and i go, "i dunno, he must have stuck them in my pockets with out me seeing somehow" hehehehe.
meanwhile, i had called jordan and told her what was going on when it first started, and she was there, getting all the booze we had already stolen out of the car, incase they wanted to search it or something (thanks jordan). and as she and matt are walking back to the store to give them mike's phone to give to us, mike's running out the door, sees them and yells "you don't know me!" a very smart move on his part. and he's fucking gone.
so there i am in the room with the servalence tv, and they're scanning the paking lot, and ask "which car is his?" (right, like i'm gonna fucking tell them), and the camera totaly stops right on it! so i'm like "uh it was a red cavalier, it's in the main lot, but on the south side of it" playing the good cooperative kid again, even though it's a blue buick, and was parked on the north side of it.
so yeah, mike got away for now, but i got stuck in there, and just got paper arrested, but i'm fucked soooooo bad. you have no idea, i more than likely will go to jail, i dunno how long, but it's prolly gonna happen, and if not that, then i'll prolly be put on a survalenced probation(I.P.S. for all you thugs out there), which means i'll have a 10p.m. curfiew, and only be able to go out for school and work, and my P.O. will come to my house at random, and breathalyze me, and prolly make me drop, along with searching my room for any drug related shit. oh man do i have to clean that place up. :/
and, since they still had mike's license, they still have his address, and all that shit, so they know where he lives, and goes to school, and it's just a matter of time before he gets caught and arrested, and prolly sent to juvi for a day or so.
haha and i so left a shit load of bruises all over that chad guy's sides from elbowing him, he showed me when i was about to leave. i'm sure the fat guy's got some on his chest and back and such from being flipped and punched. at least i went down fighting i suppose. :/
but god, if only we had both gotten away.......
there was suppoooooosed to be the no kaias party tonight, and of course mike and i were getting the booze, cause it was our party. well, we had already gotten what we needed, but who doesn't love excess? i mean come on, we're not amish. so we went to another albertsons to get a couple more bottles, and there were security guys working there, and one of them recognized us from last time we hit that one, like two weeks ago. so, we had 3 secret shoppers following us around the whole time, and we had no fucking clue, well mike and i both saw them looking at us, and said something to each other about it, but totaly disregarded it as the normal dirty looks we get from the tough guy foot ball player types for looking like faggots, adn went on with our business.
so we get what we want, and we go to leave, and this like buff ass 250lb. guy puts me in a bear hug and goes, "stop!" so i start kicking his legs, and elbowing him in the sides as hard as i can, but he doesn't budge, instead he drops his arms some, so that i can't swing, and says, "i said stop, i'm store security" so i do, and mike and i totalyt play the cooperative good kids role, and get them to like us, and kinda trust us, talking to him and the 300lb "black belt, ex cage fighter" ...or so he said, about sports, and lifting weights, and stupid stuff like that.
then i realise how increadibly stupidly you can even immaginely fucked i am.
I'M ALREADY ON PROBATION, for the fucking rock thing with the car hitting it! i got a fucking felony charge, and as long as i stayed out of trouble, it would go down to a misdemeanor in december. key words "as long as i stayed out of trouble." well. there goes that. now i'm going to have a fucking felony on my record for the fucking rest of my life. not going away. ever. i can't vote, i can't own a gun, i can't be president, there's sooooooo much i can't do now. just because of this.
so i start flipping the fuck out. i don't know what to do. i still don't know what the fuck to do. so i start pleading with them, asking if there is anything i can do to not involve the police in any way, explaining to them what this is going to do to me, and how fucked i'm going to be just beacuse of this. they didn't give even a billionth of a shit.
so mike looks at me, and mouths "wanna run?" i was iffy at first and mouthed back "how? they have all our information" and he says "we grab it and book" and i say "ok, you get the papers, i'll get our lisences and the photos" and he nods.
so it's set. now we just need the right timing, soi casualy put on my messenger bag and stand up acting as though i was stretching my legs, and lean against the counter, and stayed there, untill it was just right when all the big security guys were in the office behind us, so that we had some distance on them. the last guy goes in there, so it's just us and the fat guy filling out reports. ask to see my report, the guy says ok, and i go "170!?!?! you gotta be fucking kidding me! i'm only like 150!" and he goes "that's what it says on there" implying my lisence, so i set down the paper, and pick it up, making nothing of it, then pick up mike's and go "140!?!?! bull shit fat ass" and mike jumps up and grabs the papers from under the guy, and i grab the pictures of us, and shoved them and our lisences into my pockets, as we take off.
just naturaly i suppose i'm pulling chairs out into the way behind me to slow them down, and i'm reaching ahead to push mike a lil faster......and he does the same thing. so i'm like oh fuck and hurtle over this stupid chair.
and the second i land, the big foot ball player guy, chad throws me against a wall, and keeps going after mike, and soi keep going, and get tackled by this other fat guy that was the manager there. so i totaly do the like judo flip thing where i role on my back and kick him over my head, and punch him in the chest as hard as i can as he goes above me, then scramble back up, and start to run again, except now he's in front of me, and he gets up some how after going into a wall upide down, and tackles me again, throws me on my belly, and hand cuffs me behind my back. so i look up and see through the two-way mirror mike dashing out of the store.
so, i'm caught for good, and the guy throws me into this chair and is all "what the fuck were you trying to run for boy!?!?" and on the spot i'm like "what!? running!? i'm not trying to get away, if i wanted to get away you would have been fucking ghosted, you're fat, and i'm a fucking track star, come on do you really think i was trying to run away!?" all pissed off like, and he goes, "what do you mean!? if you weren't running, i wouldn't have fucking tackled your ass" and i go, "no moron, i was trying to stop mike from running away and doing something way stupid" he goes, "what do you mean?" and i say, "duh, he's totaly fucked himself over now, now not only will he get what he had comming to him, he's gonna get resisting arrest tacked on too" and he looks at me all respectfully or something stupid like that and goes, "wow, that was a good move on your part, but you're staying in the cuffs track star"
then he asks, "where the fuck are those ID's adn photos boy?" and i go i dunno, he must have grabbed them" and he goes, "bull shit, i'll fucking strip search you mother fucker" and i go, "go ahead, i don't fucking have them" and he reaches into my pockets, and pulls them out, and goes, "oh? and what the fuck are these then?" and i go, "i dunno, he must have stuck them in my pockets with out me seeing somehow" hehehehe.
meanwhile, i had called jordan and told her what was going on when it first started, and she was there, getting all the booze we had already stolen out of the car, incase they wanted to search it or something (thanks jordan). and as she and matt are walking back to the store to give them mike's phone to give to us, mike's running out the door, sees them and yells "you don't know me!" a very smart move on his part. and he's fucking gone.
so there i am in the room with the servalence tv, and they're scanning the paking lot, and ask "which car is his?" (right, like i'm gonna fucking tell them), and the camera totaly stops right on it! so i'm like "uh it was a red cavalier, it's in the main lot, but on the south side of it" playing the good cooperative kid again, even though it's a blue buick, and was parked on the north side of it.
so yeah, mike got away for now, but i got stuck in there, and just got paper arrested, but i'm fucked soooooo bad. you have no idea, i more than likely will go to jail, i dunno how long, but it's prolly gonna happen, and if not that, then i'll prolly be put on a survalenced probation(I.P.S. for all you thugs out there), which means i'll have a 10p.m. curfiew, and only be able to go out for school and work, and my P.O. will come to my house at random, and breathalyze me, and prolly make me drop, along with searching my room for any drug related shit. oh man do i have to clean that place up. :/
and, since they still had mike's license, they still have his address, and all that shit, so they know where he lives, and goes to school, and it's just a matter of time before he gets caught and arrested, and prolly sent to juvi for a day or so.
haha and i so left a shit load of bruises all over that chad guy's sides from elbowing him, he showed me when i was about to leave. i'm sure the fat guy's got some on his chest and back and such from being flipped and punched. at least i went down fighting i suppose. :/
but god, if only we had both gotten away.......