SoxFan76
03-14-2007, 04:34 PM
Rant time.
Sunday I'm at the parade. Me and my buddy lose our group, we're wandering around on Artesian. I had to go. Drinking all day, I had to effing piss. For those that have been to the parade, those lines are 45 minutes long. But I had to GO! So I stopped in a little corner, but not in an alley, and pissed. I got caught, that's not why I'm mad. I deserved that for being fucking stupid.
The cops get out of the car, yelling at us calling me an animal because animals piss outside. Fuck this, fuck that, fuckin stay there. Hands on the wall. He pats me down.
In case you missed it, I was peeing outside. They should of seen me earlier when I was raping this chick. :jagoff:
So anyway, he writes me up a ticket. I'm freaking out because I plan on becoming a teacher. I ask if this is on my record, he says no. I said I want to be a teacher, will this affect that. He says no. I ask how much is the ticket. He goes anywhere from 50-75 bucks. I was drunk, so I never asked how much. I ask if I can mail it in. He says yes, it's a mail-in ticket. I ask if we can keep our backpack of beer because we're of-age. He says no, takes it.
This backpack, mind you, is my buddy's backpack. The one that wasn't there for this fiasco. I find my buddy, he has 50 bucks in there. I find a sargeant and ask for the bag back, minus the beer. He calls some people, we get the 2 cops that busted me and another guy who looked high up there. Cigar in his mouth and everything. He starts DRILLING us. He pulls out a pill and asks if we're doing pills. My buddy informs him that it is an advil. He then accuses us of smoking dope.
"You guys smokin dope? Smokin weed? You guys are in BIG trouble now!"
We don't smoke.
We tell him to rip up the bag and look for it. "No, that's alright."
We get the bag back.
Let's move forward to 10 minutes ago now. I'm looking at this ticket trying to figure out how much it is, but it doesn't say. I'm calling all these numbers posted on the ticket, none of them exist. I finally go online and find numbers, and I had the great pleasure of talking to those wonderful and polite city workers.
They treat me like I'm stupid, but I get some info. Re-read the paragraph about me asking the original cops all those questions about the ticket if you forgot, because it's crucial to this next part.
This city worker tells me that you have to appear in court, it is not a mail in ticket, the fine ranges between 100 and 500 bucks, not 50 to 75. This actually MIGHT be on my record, and I COULD go to jail. I won't, but the possibility is there. The guy on the phone degrades me a little more, and I hang up.
Now I have to drive to Chicago on April 18th and appear in court. Fuckers.
Sunday I'm at the parade. Me and my buddy lose our group, we're wandering around on Artesian. I had to go. Drinking all day, I had to effing piss. For those that have been to the parade, those lines are 45 minutes long. But I had to GO! So I stopped in a little corner, but not in an alley, and pissed. I got caught, that's not why I'm mad. I deserved that for being fucking stupid.
The cops get out of the car, yelling at us calling me an animal because animals piss outside. Fuck this, fuck that, fuckin stay there. Hands on the wall. He pats me down.
In case you missed it, I was peeing outside. They should of seen me earlier when I was raping this chick. :jagoff:
So anyway, he writes me up a ticket. I'm freaking out because I plan on becoming a teacher. I ask if this is on my record, he says no. I said I want to be a teacher, will this affect that. He says no. I ask how much is the ticket. He goes anywhere from 50-75 bucks. I was drunk, so I never asked how much. I ask if I can mail it in. He says yes, it's a mail-in ticket. I ask if we can keep our backpack of beer because we're of-age. He says no, takes it.
This backpack, mind you, is my buddy's backpack. The one that wasn't there for this fiasco. I find my buddy, he has 50 bucks in there. I find a sargeant and ask for the bag back, minus the beer. He calls some people, we get the 2 cops that busted me and another guy who looked high up there. Cigar in his mouth and everything. He starts DRILLING us. He pulls out a pill and asks if we're doing pills. My buddy informs him that it is an advil. He then accuses us of smoking dope.
"You guys smokin dope? Smokin weed? You guys are in BIG trouble now!"
We don't smoke.
We tell him to rip up the bag and look for it. "No, that's alright."
We get the bag back.
Let's move forward to 10 minutes ago now. I'm looking at this ticket trying to figure out how much it is, but it doesn't say. I'm calling all these numbers posted on the ticket, none of them exist. I finally go online and find numbers, and I had the great pleasure of talking to those wonderful and polite city workers.
They treat me like I'm stupid, but I get some info. Re-read the paragraph about me asking the original cops all those questions about the ticket if you forgot, because it's crucial to this next part.
This city worker tells me that you have to appear in court, it is not a mail in ticket, the fine ranges between 100 and 500 bucks, not 50 to 75. This actually MIGHT be on my record, and I COULD go to jail. I won't, but the possibility is there. The guy on the phone degrades me a little more, and I hang up.
Now I have to drive to Chicago on April 18th and appear in court. Fuckers.