TeaCup
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So, on Thursday a pretty terrible thing happened to me and my best guy friend Andrew. Something so exetremely blown out of proportion and insane that it really hit me hard. And when you throw in the fact we're both barely sixteen... it's asinine.
Yes, I smoke the ganja. I know that's illegal and most people don't approve of it, but I was raised to experiment and to make my own opinion about things like this. In my mothers own terms, "If your responsible about it, go for it'. And all it ever really came to is coming home after school and smoking and chillaxin with my friend Andrew in my backyard.
So, let me get on to the story. Thursday after school we drove to meet a friend of our's at his neighborhood's basketball court. He seems kinda freaked out so we're trying to calm him down and he hands me a baggie of pills asking me what they are. I truthfully told him I had no idea, and I pocketed them forgetting to hand them back. He then handed Andrew a book and said he had to run home real quick. So, we get back in the car and Andrew hands me the book. I open it and I literally gasped. It was hollowed out and full of TEN GRAMS of high quality weed. I try to keep Andrew calm and we drive around rather than sit suspiciously on public property.
Our 'friend' calls and we drive back to meet him. We keep begging him to take back the book of weed and he keeps saying 'no, no. someone's coming to get it right now' which led Andrew to freak out even more. A red truck pulls up and our 'friend' pulls out some of the weed from Andrew's car and gets in the truck and hands it to the guy.
Then two black escalades pull out of a driveway, and four cop cars come zooming up. Atleast 12 cops (between us it goes from 12 cops to 16 cops) jump out with guns pointed at us. Andrew drops to the ground. My knees buckle and I'm so scared I'm forced to the ground by a cop. The two guys in the truck are forced onto the ground as well. We were soon handcuffed and Andrew admitted to having a knife (it was an old hunting knife, I do live in the south. everyone carries one) and they confiscated it and searched his car. They found the book of weed, and my bong. I also admitted having the pills on me and they were taken from me. After they tried to scare us by 'roughing' us up we're taken into the police station.
They un handcuff Andrew and I and put us in the break room since we're youths. I'm holding Andrew's hand trying to soothe him when the they tell our 'friend' he's being charged with his third felony and he will be tried as an adult since he's 17. They explain he'll face up to 30 years in jail or a million dollar fine. They then tell Andrew he's facing a youth felony for holding weed during a drug deal, which they consider 'dealing'. He freaks out talking about how his life is over (which it isnt, youth felonies disapear when you turn 18. your record is pretty much clean) and I tried to take hold of the situation telling the police that it was basically 'forced on us'. We didnt even know what it was until we were in the car and the guy was gone.
They then turn to me. "So we hear your the girl to smoke dope with, huh?" I then smiled and replied, "They seemed to think I was a novelty, sir." The cops all laughed and a nice black cop who knew my mom comes over and fills out my youth charges sheet. They were going to charge me with Narcotic Possession, but they couldn't idenitfy the pills (I'm going to assume our 'friend' got ripped off and bought placebo's of some type) so they couldn't charge me yet.
The police then tell me they had audio and video of everything and the HEAD OF THE MISSISSIPPI NARCOTICS DEPARTMENT strolls in and starts screaming and trying to scare Andrew. I for the most part am left alone while I watch my bestfriend being treated like crap. Andre'ws mom shows up and the police explain they've taken her car and she wont get it back until she pays up. She starts crying and spazzing so I'm removed from the room.
My parents show up and talk to the head of narcotics. Its going well and he releases me to their custody after telling me Andrew's going to Yazoo County Detention Center. I manage to shake the Head's hand and we leave. My parents then gave me their typical, "fight the power, man!!!' speech and we go home. I proceeded to cry once I got into the house.
Am I the only one who thinks that this whole thing was a bit insane? Why the hell are the Narcotics Sargents worried about 16 year old stoners, rather than all the people selling herion? Is it not a waste of jail space to send children to jail for smoking weed while murderers and rapists run free? In Mississippi a rapist got out of jail after a year and a half while the other guy busted with us might face 30 and he's only 17!
I'm a bit of an emotional wreck after all this still, and I really just felt the need to explain my situation. I'll be fine and even if I do get charged its my first offense ever and I'll just be on probation. It's Andrew's first offense too, but he's sent to Detention Center and is facing a felony! None of it seems to make any sense to me, and I'm doing all I can researching the local laws trying to find out a way to save him.
Sorry for the asinine babbing, and thanks for reading, dollfaces.
Yes, I smoke the ganja. I know that's illegal and most people don't approve of it, but I was raised to experiment and to make my own opinion about things like this. In my mothers own terms, "If your responsible about it, go for it'. And all it ever really came to is coming home after school and smoking and chillaxin with my friend Andrew in my backyard.
So, let me get on to the story. Thursday after school we drove to meet a friend of our's at his neighborhood's basketball court. He seems kinda freaked out so we're trying to calm him down and he hands me a baggie of pills asking me what they are. I truthfully told him I had no idea, and I pocketed them forgetting to hand them back. He then handed Andrew a book and said he had to run home real quick. So, we get back in the car and Andrew hands me the book. I open it and I literally gasped. It was hollowed out and full of TEN GRAMS of high quality weed. I try to keep Andrew calm and we drive around rather than sit suspiciously on public property.
Our 'friend' calls and we drive back to meet him. We keep begging him to take back the book of weed and he keeps saying 'no, no. someone's coming to get it right now' which led Andrew to freak out even more. A red truck pulls up and our 'friend' pulls out some of the weed from Andrew's car and gets in the truck and hands it to the guy.
Then two black escalades pull out of a driveway, and four cop cars come zooming up. Atleast 12 cops (between us it goes from 12 cops to 16 cops) jump out with guns pointed at us. Andrew drops to the ground. My knees buckle and I'm so scared I'm forced to the ground by a cop. The two guys in the truck are forced onto the ground as well. We were soon handcuffed and Andrew admitted to having a knife (it was an old hunting knife, I do live in the south. everyone carries one) and they confiscated it and searched his car. They found the book of weed, and my bong. I also admitted having the pills on me and they were taken from me. After they tried to scare us by 'roughing' us up we're taken into the police station.
They un handcuff Andrew and I and put us in the break room since we're youths. I'm holding Andrew's hand trying to soothe him when the they tell our 'friend' he's being charged with his third felony and he will be tried as an adult since he's 17. They explain he'll face up to 30 years in jail or a million dollar fine. They then tell Andrew he's facing a youth felony for holding weed during a drug deal, which they consider 'dealing'. He freaks out talking about how his life is over (which it isnt, youth felonies disapear when you turn 18. your record is pretty much clean) and I tried to take hold of the situation telling the police that it was basically 'forced on us'. We didnt even know what it was until we were in the car and the guy was gone.
They then turn to me. "So we hear your the girl to smoke dope with, huh?" I then smiled and replied, "They seemed to think I was a novelty, sir." The cops all laughed and a nice black cop who knew my mom comes over and fills out my youth charges sheet. They were going to charge me with Narcotic Possession, but they couldn't idenitfy the pills (I'm going to assume our 'friend' got ripped off and bought placebo's of some type) so they couldn't charge me yet.
The police then tell me they had audio and video of everything and the HEAD OF THE MISSISSIPPI NARCOTICS DEPARTMENT strolls in and starts screaming and trying to scare Andrew. I for the most part am left alone while I watch my bestfriend being treated like crap. Andre'ws mom shows up and the police explain they've taken her car and she wont get it back until she pays up. She starts crying and spazzing so I'm removed from the room.
My parents show up and talk to the head of narcotics. Its going well and he releases me to their custody after telling me Andrew's going to Yazoo County Detention Center. I manage to shake the Head's hand and we leave. My parents then gave me their typical, "fight the power, man!!!' speech and we go home. I proceeded to cry once I got into the house.
Am I the only one who thinks that this whole thing was a bit insane? Why the hell are the Narcotics Sargents worried about 16 year old stoners, rather than all the people selling herion? Is it not a waste of jail space to send children to jail for smoking weed while murderers and rapists run free? In Mississippi a rapist got out of jail after a year and a half while the other guy busted with us might face 30 and he's only 17!
I'm a bit of an emotional wreck after all this still, and I really just felt the need to explain my situation. I'll be fine and even if I do get charged its my first offense ever and I'll just be on probation. It's Andrew's first offense too, but he's sent to Detention Center and is facing a felony! None of it seems to make any sense to me, and I'm doing all I can researching the local laws trying to find out a way to save him.
Sorry for the asinine babbing, and thanks for reading, dollfaces.