One of the dumps on my life right now.
It started out as a normal day, my dad was gone for two weeks on business/girlfriend, so his house was empty (I have siblings, but we all go to my mom's house when he's out of town, which is a mile away.) I decided, "It's friday! I should have some people over... my dad has a big cabinet of alcohol... that'll be fun..."
No. Worst mistake ever.
People arrive, and at the peak, about 20 people were over. A lot of shit was broken and stolen though. We invited some mexicans that were drunk on the street outside my house in, and a few people I didn't know that well were over too. The next day, my coin collection is missing (only about $30 worth), My dad's change jar is gone ($60), about $200 worth of alcohol, and some one jumped off the indoor balcony onto my $3000 couch... broke it. I cleaned up the beer cans, and chilled for a while. I decided it would be fun to play around with my dad's 1982 Chevy Camaro 3rd gen. White with a Z28 hood. I back out, but this is one of my first times driving (No Learner's due to laziness) I immediatly hit the breaks because I was a bit scared. I make tons of tire tracks on the drive way... oh well. I back out and start cruisin around the neighborhood. After a while, I get the hang of it. I pick up some friends and we cruise down to other sides of towns just to have some fun. I was picking up a friend when I turn back into my community, when who do I see pulling out? MY STEPDAD SAW ME IN MY DAD'S CAR. FUCK FUCK FUCK. That's all thats running through my mind. FUCK! I JUST STOLE A CAR. "I really really hope he didn't see me dude" I say to my friend in the passenger seat. I pick up the kid I was planning on getting, then drive to my dad's house and park the fucking car. I throw the cover over it, and get inside. No ones home, remember? "FUCK. My step dads calling! should I answer?!" ah, my mind has never been so scared/anxious/confused in my life. I don't pick up, and wait for the voicemail. "GO PARK THAT PIECE OF SHIT AT YOUR DADS THEN GET YOUR ASS HOME! NOW!" damn.
I decided, I'm definitly not going the fuck home now that I've been caught, so I'm going to kick it for a while. I hang out with my friends and periodically get texts threatening "Come home now or we are calling the police!" Then the thought came to me... I have a 1' 6" Black glass beaker bong laying in my bed in my room. I quickly flip my phone out, text my older sister "Go get my bong from my room, please." just because I thought my parents might search and find it (I've been caught before, little consequences), well it's about 11 PM now, and I decide to smoke a couple cigs with my friend then head home... very.. VERY scared.
I walk in, sit down and everyone is in the living room. They tell me how stupid I am for driving. "I know, I know... I'm sorry" Then, I hear the door open behind me. Two officers of the LAW! What the fuck? My step dad gets up then hand them a black trash bag. They found my fucking bong, scale, and bags. Then go through it all. Unlawfully and intentionally possessing marijuana. I get a choice if I want to take a diversion class, where I sit in some class for a couple hours and all I get is 30 hours of community service with no history of the crime on my record OR Go to court, get the charge.
It's been about a month since I got the charge, and I'm heading to the court house for my diversion charge. I just woke up and threw on the first clothes I saw. I noticed they were having problems with the projector in the room we were in, so I fixed it for them. How nice of me. After the 3 hours of learning that drugs are bad, everyone gets to leave. except me and my mom. They told me I needed to do 50 hours of community service, or go to court. Due to the shirt I was wearing. Mac miller with his hand infront of his mouth, maybe a smoking gesture but he has NOTHING in his hand, NOR ANY SMOKE. "Bring me to court then" and I walk out. Fucking bitch.
I have court at the beginning of December now :>
No. Worst mistake ever.
People arrive, and at the peak, about 20 people were over. A lot of shit was broken and stolen though. We invited some mexicans that were drunk on the street outside my house in, and a few people I didn't know that well were over too. The next day, my coin collection is missing (only about $30 worth), My dad's change jar is gone ($60), about $200 worth of alcohol, and some one jumped off the indoor balcony onto my $3000 couch... broke it. I cleaned up the beer cans, and chilled for a while. I decided it would be fun to play around with my dad's 1982 Chevy Camaro 3rd gen. White with a Z28 hood. I back out, but this is one of my first times driving (No Learner's due to laziness) I immediatly hit the breaks because I was a bit scared. I make tons of tire tracks on the drive way... oh well. I back out and start cruisin around the neighborhood. After a while, I get the hang of it. I pick up some friends and we cruise down to other sides of towns just to have some fun. I was picking up a friend when I turn back into my community, when who do I see pulling out? MY STEPDAD SAW ME IN MY DAD'S CAR. FUCK FUCK FUCK. That's all thats running through my mind. FUCK! I JUST STOLE A CAR. "I really really hope he didn't see me dude" I say to my friend in the passenger seat. I pick up the kid I was planning on getting, then drive to my dad's house and park the fucking car. I throw the cover over it, and get inside. No ones home, remember? "FUCK. My step dads calling! should I answer?!" ah, my mind has never been so scared/anxious/confused in my life. I don't pick up, and wait for the voicemail. "GO PARK THAT PIECE OF SHIT AT YOUR DADS THEN GET YOUR ASS HOME! NOW!" damn.
I decided, I'm definitly not going the fuck home now that I've been caught, so I'm going to kick it for a while. I hang out with my friends and periodically get texts threatening "Come home now or we are calling the police!" Then the thought came to me... I have a 1' 6" Black glass beaker bong laying in my bed in my room. I quickly flip my phone out, text my older sister "Go get my bong from my room, please." just because I thought my parents might search and find it (I've been caught before, little consequences), well it's about 11 PM now, and I decide to smoke a couple cigs with my friend then head home... very.. VERY scared.
I walk in, sit down and everyone is in the living room. They tell me how stupid I am for driving. "I know, I know... I'm sorry" Then, I hear the door open behind me. Two officers of the LAW! What the fuck? My step dad gets up then hand them a black trash bag. They found my fucking bong, scale, and bags. Then go through it all. Unlawfully and intentionally possessing marijuana. I get a choice if I want to take a diversion class, where I sit in some class for a couple hours and all I get is 30 hours of community service with no history of the crime on my record OR Go to court, get the charge.
It's been about a month since I got the charge, and I'm heading to the court house for my diversion charge. I just woke up and threw on the first clothes I saw. I noticed they were having problems with the projector in the room we were in, so I fixed it for them. How nice of me. After the 3 hours of learning that drugs are bad, everyone gets to leave. except me and my mom. They told me I needed to do 50 hours of community service, or go to court. Due to the shirt I was wearing. Mac miller with his hand infront of his mouth, maybe a smoking gesture but he has NOTHING in his hand, NOR ANY SMOKE. "Bring me to court then" and I walk out. Fucking bitch.
I have court at the beginning of December now :>
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