I went to the hood to cop some dope with my friend and we got popped. The first thing we did wrong was let another kid come with us, making us stand out more since we were 3 white kids in a car in an area that's 98% black and 2% spanish. When we got to the dealer he only had 15 of the 17 bags we were supposed to get, and then right when we were almost out of the hood he called back saying he got the other 2 if we still wanted them. I told my boy to just keep driving but he was really bad at the time so turned around for them. That was the second mistake. So after we see the dealer again we get back on the main road and are headed to the highway when I hear the little 'woop woop' sound of the police siren, and look in the side view mirror and see a regular chevy about 7 cars back, working its way through traffic. I tell my boys we are about to get stopped, and they were like 'how do you know' to which I pointed out our skin color and where we were. So finally they get behind us and pull us over, at which point my heart was racing pretty hard. My boy shoved the dope in the little front pouch in his boxer-briefs, but I had a pin in my sock which I hadn't told them about, since I wasn't going home after copping so needed something to do it with. I said to come up with a story real quick and my boy said we would tell them we dropped a friend off at the airport and stopped here for gas on the way back.
So we pull over and both cops come out, one on each side of the car. They are in plain clothes, unmarked car, pretty jacked guys one of which was tatted up. They start asking my friend questions, and he starts telling them the airport story which they weren't buying from the get-go since they pointed out there was a gas station right off the exit, and we went way passed it. The other detective starts asking me the same questions, and then after I answered a couple I knew what was going to happen next so I just stopped talking and looked forward. I get asked to step out of the vehicle, and he starts searching me. He found the pin right away, and my friend starts yelling at me (probably half serious since I told him I didn't have anything on me, and probably half to make them think he really didn't know I was into drugs) and they start chopping at my balls I guess to try to make something fall out if I stashed it there. I started hitting my body back into the detective, and when he yelled at me to stop hitting into him I asked what he would do if I hit him in the balls like that.
So then they start trying to pin stuff on my friend who was driving, but since he had open cases and I had the cleanest record I decided to jump in to take the heat off of him. I told them to stop bothering him, that he didn't know anything, and that I tricked him into giving me a ride out there. They were looking for the drugs but I told them I wasn't able to cop yet, so all I had was the one pin, and to let the other 2 go and just take me in. I started being a smartass with them, to take the attention away from the other two, so they were getting pissed at me. They told me I could help myself out by giving up my source (funny since my boy had the connect, so my only connect was my boy driving so I couldn't help them out even if I wanted to) but I shrugged it off saying that I would rather just eat the paraphernalia charge, that I had a needle exchange card anyway so would walk once I saw the judge, and that all my sources were the county over, out of their jurisdiction, and I just tried to cold-cop there since they were dry, but couldn't get served.
They finally tell us that they were the 'gun police' looking for guns since that precinct was in the top 5 for gun violence and murders, and a recent murder had them hitting the streets hard. Once they realized we weren't about that they called up their buddies in narcotics and had them take us in. Once we got to the precinct and they started walking us in I was bugging out since I knew that they would find the bags on my boy during the strip search, so I desperately tried to get them to cut them lose and let me take all the charges. They said it was too late, yada-yada-yada, and brought us all in and began their routine.
They had all of our phones and wallets out on the counter, and we noticed suboxone strips were taken out of one of our wallets. We didn't even know whose they were for sure, but I told my boy I would eat that charge too. I remember some 300lb cop calling us all white trash, and even some black cuffed next to us started telling off that cop for us. Now they started calling us in one by one for the strip search. I of course was last, probably because they were expecting me to have the drugs. It finally gets to me, and I was being a bit of a dick with them since I knew I was clean, so they were finding the slightest issues with how I was stripping, telling me not to wave my sock around after turning it inside out, and other nonsense that really didn't matter. When they got down to my boxers I handed them to the detectives and they went straight for that pouch, so first thing in my mind was that they found the 17 bags on my boy. They didn't find anything on me, so moved me into the cell where my 2 friends and a few other randoms awaited.
I sat next to my friend while feeling so bad since I felt like it was my fault we got busted, and he turns to me and tells me that they didn't find the dope on him. 'Bullshit' was my only response, but sure enough he got away with it. When I asked how he had two answers. One was 'by gods good grace' and the second one was 'I think they were so shocked by my turtle dick (shrinkage due to being scared and such) that they didn't search my underwear much.' I couldn't believe it, but anyway we were then trying to figure out our game plan for court. I told them I would sign whatever papers saying the pin was mine and that was it.
So anyway we're bullshitting about them not finding the dope when my boy asks me if I saw the piece of paper just outside the cell, to which I replied 'yea, want me to grab it so we can use it to sniff the dope?' He was feeling sick so said hell yea, and I reached through the bars to get it as he reached down his pants to get the bags. The dudes in the cell with us start wondering what's going on, but my boy kept it hush-hush by turning on his side and facing the wall away from the bars, emptying out a few bags and sniffing them with the paper he rolled up. He tossed me a bag and I went out of camera view and used part of the paper to hold the dope, and the other to sniff it. At that point the black dudes in the cell moved away from me and started laughing, saying the ol 'you white boys iz crazy' stuff, but also saying they weren't judging us and to do us, but keep it away from them. We offered them some but they declined, probably since they were only in there for having a dime of weed, and the other dude only had a roach clip.
When the cops came in to process us they gave us our wallets back, and my friend had the suboxone in it still so I don't know if they just didn't know what it was since it's not big in the hood or what. The dope was really strong and my boy had to tell me to chill so I wasn't too fucked up when they processed me. After like 6 hours they finally come in to process us, and when I asked if they were cutting my friends loose and what the charges were they told us that we were all being charged with 3 misdemeanors. Poss Controlled Substance, Poss of a dangerous weapon, and then the paraphernalia charge. I asked wtf was with the possession charge, and they claimed they found an empty bag of dope in the back seat. I knew that was bullshit since my boy just got that car and wasn't wreckless like that, so I asked them what stamp the bag had. He asked why I wanted to know, and if it was so I knew which one of ours it was, but I told him it was so I could know if it was ours period, because we only copped one stamp since having that car so it could only be one. He walked away never telling us, but did tell us the weapon was a little knife, and my boy said it was tiny as hell and he used it to open boxes but apparently it was spring-loaded which is illegal. After we got processed we noticed this one cop walking by and looking in at us mad times, so he finally came in saying that he just had to tell us that he's worked that precinct for 18 years, and has never seen a white boy in the cell, let alone 3 at once. Thanks a lot dick.
We were held overnight, then finally got to see the judge the next afternoon, but were at least comfortable the whole time since we had all that dope with us that we were sniffing. They wouldn't let us use the same public defendant, not even to let me tell my friend one that I would take the wrap. We didn't even really consider using a real lawyer since I didn't thing anything would happen at the arraignment, but we got a scare when they told my boy they wanted him to do a week in Rikers, which sucked since he was supposed to leave for a wedding down south the next day. My pub defender didn't tell me shit other than going over my record, so I had no clue what to expect once I saw the judge. We finally get there (by the way the third kid was diabetic and had to go to the hospital so wasn't with us on this part) and they call us out as co-defendants, and after a little back-and-forth talking the judge tells us that we can plead guilty to a violation right then and there and just have to pay $120 within 3 months, or take it to trial. We took the deal in a second, shocked as hell since we were expecting either jail or for the thing to drag on forever.
Right after we walked out my boy asked his public defender what happened. She said the other prosecutors shift was over and the new one was more lenient. What I think happened was that since we were co-defendants and I had a pretty clean record (only one thing before that from a while ago) that they weren't about to give me a week in jail, and since we were getting the same charge they just went light on both of us for me instead of harder on us both because of him. Turns out the third kid with us went in front of the judge the next day and got sent upstate since he violated parole. I felt kinda bad since I was the one with the pin, but it was also my other friends fault for turning around to go back, plus I think they would have brought us in for that knife or something else just so they could search us even if that pin hadn't been found. The other reason I didn't feel as bad was because he chose to come for the ride when we told him to stay behind since he was on parole and only getting 2 bags, so no need for him to tag along.
When I got out my boy bought me a bunch of McDonalds for saying I would take the heat for everything, and then we finally got his car back from the precinct where his pin was actually hidden, so he got to get really high and I just got a buzz off the left-overs. We both had to deal with a lot of shit though after we got home because once we went missing phone calls were made and everyone found out we were locked up, and one of our boys that used to cop with us but got clean told my family what I was really doing there (which sucked because I had a good excuse lined up) but people outside of that circle got the story that we legit made a wrong turn and got pulled over for being in the wrong neighborhood, and they hit us with the knife charge. It's funny because when I told that story to some detectives that hung out at my job they all said that I must have been up to no good there, and they failed to realize that that was the same premise by which we got locked up, but they weren't seeing that.
So we pull over and both cops come out, one on each side of the car. They are in plain clothes, unmarked car, pretty jacked guys one of which was tatted up. They start asking my friend questions, and he starts telling them the airport story which they weren't buying from the get-go since they pointed out there was a gas station right off the exit, and we went way passed it. The other detective starts asking me the same questions, and then after I answered a couple I knew what was going to happen next so I just stopped talking and looked forward. I get asked to step out of the vehicle, and he starts searching me. He found the pin right away, and my friend starts yelling at me (probably half serious since I told him I didn't have anything on me, and probably half to make them think he really didn't know I was into drugs) and they start chopping at my balls I guess to try to make something fall out if I stashed it there. I started hitting my body back into the detective, and when he yelled at me to stop hitting into him I asked what he would do if I hit him in the balls like that.
So then they start trying to pin stuff on my friend who was driving, but since he had open cases and I had the cleanest record I decided to jump in to take the heat off of him. I told them to stop bothering him, that he didn't know anything, and that I tricked him into giving me a ride out there. They were looking for the drugs but I told them I wasn't able to cop yet, so all I had was the one pin, and to let the other 2 go and just take me in. I started being a smartass with them, to take the attention away from the other two, so they were getting pissed at me. They told me I could help myself out by giving up my source (funny since my boy had the connect, so my only connect was my boy driving so I couldn't help them out even if I wanted to) but I shrugged it off saying that I would rather just eat the paraphernalia charge, that I had a needle exchange card anyway so would walk once I saw the judge, and that all my sources were the county over, out of their jurisdiction, and I just tried to cold-cop there since they were dry, but couldn't get served.
They finally tell us that they were the 'gun police' looking for guns since that precinct was in the top 5 for gun violence and murders, and a recent murder had them hitting the streets hard. Once they realized we weren't about that they called up their buddies in narcotics and had them take us in. Once we got to the precinct and they started walking us in I was bugging out since I knew that they would find the bags on my boy during the strip search, so I desperately tried to get them to cut them lose and let me take all the charges. They said it was too late, yada-yada-yada, and brought us all in and began their routine.
They had all of our phones and wallets out on the counter, and we noticed suboxone strips were taken out of one of our wallets. We didn't even know whose they were for sure, but I told my boy I would eat that charge too. I remember some 300lb cop calling us all white trash, and even some black cuffed next to us started telling off that cop for us. Now they started calling us in one by one for the strip search. I of course was last, probably because they were expecting me to have the drugs. It finally gets to me, and I was being a bit of a dick with them since I knew I was clean, so they were finding the slightest issues with how I was stripping, telling me not to wave my sock around after turning it inside out, and other nonsense that really didn't matter. When they got down to my boxers I handed them to the detectives and they went straight for that pouch, so first thing in my mind was that they found the 17 bags on my boy. They didn't find anything on me, so moved me into the cell where my 2 friends and a few other randoms awaited.
I sat next to my friend while feeling so bad since I felt like it was my fault we got busted, and he turns to me and tells me that they didn't find the dope on him. 'Bullshit' was my only response, but sure enough he got away with it. When I asked how he had two answers. One was 'by gods good grace' and the second one was 'I think they were so shocked by my turtle dick (shrinkage due to being scared and such) that they didn't search my underwear much.' I couldn't believe it, but anyway we were then trying to figure out our game plan for court. I told them I would sign whatever papers saying the pin was mine and that was it.
So anyway we're bullshitting about them not finding the dope when my boy asks me if I saw the piece of paper just outside the cell, to which I replied 'yea, want me to grab it so we can use it to sniff the dope?' He was feeling sick so said hell yea, and I reached through the bars to get it as he reached down his pants to get the bags. The dudes in the cell with us start wondering what's going on, but my boy kept it hush-hush by turning on his side and facing the wall away from the bars, emptying out a few bags and sniffing them with the paper he rolled up. He tossed me a bag and I went out of camera view and used part of the paper to hold the dope, and the other to sniff it. At that point the black dudes in the cell moved away from me and started laughing, saying the ol 'you white boys iz crazy' stuff, but also saying they weren't judging us and to do us, but keep it away from them. We offered them some but they declined, probably since they were only in there for having a dime of weed, and the other dude only had a roach clip.
When the cops came in to process us they gave us our wallets back, and my friend had the suboxone in it still so I don't know if they just didn't know what it was since it's not big in the hood or what. The dope was really strong and my boy had to tell me to chill so I wasn't too fucked up when they processed me. After like 6 hours they finally come in to process us, and when I asked if they were cutting my friends loose and what the charges were they told us that we were all being charged with 3 misdemeanors. Poss Controlled Substance, Poss of a dangerous weapon, and then the paraphernalia charge. I asked wtf was with the possession charge, and they claimed they found an empty bag of dope in the back seat. I knew that was bullshit since my boy just got that car and wasn't wreckless like that, so I asked them what stamp the bag had. He asked why I wanted to know, and if it was so I knew which one of ours it was, but I told him it was so I could know if it was ours period, because we only copped one stamp since having that car so it could only be one. He walked away never telling us, but did tell us the weapon was a little knife, and my boy said it was tiny as hell and he used it to open boxes but apparently it was spring-loaded which is illegal. After we got processed we noticed this one cop walking by and looking in at us mad times, so he finally came in saying that he just had to tell us that he's worked that precinct for 18 years, and has never seen a white boy in the cell, let alone 3 at once. Thanks a lot dick.
We were held overnight, then finally got to see the judge the next afternoon, but were at least comfortable the whole time since we had all that dope with us that we were sniffing. They wouldn't let us use the same public defendant, not even to let me tell my friend one that I would take the wrap. We didn't even really consider using a real lawyer since I didn't thing anything would happen at the arraignment, but we got a scare when they told my boy they wanted him to do a week in Rikers, which sucked since he was supposed to leave for a wedding down south the next day. My pub defender didn't tell me shit other than going over my record, so I had no clue what to expect once I saw the judge. We finally get there (by the way the third kid was diabetic and had to go to the hospital so wasn't with us on this part) and they call us out as co-defendants, and after a little back-and-forth talking the judge tells us that we can plead guilty to a violation right then and there and just have to pay $120 within 3 months, or take it to trial. We took the deal in a second, shocked as hell since we were expecting either jail or for the thing to drag on forever.
Right after we walked out my boy asked his public defender what happened. She said the other prosecutors shift was over and the new one was more lenient. What I think happened was that since we were co-defendants and I had a pretty clean record (only one thing before that from a while ago) that they weren't about to give me a week in jail, and since we were getting the same charge they just went light on both of us for me instead of harder on us both because of him. Turns out the third kid with us went in front of the judge the next day and got sent upstate since he violated parole. I felt kinda bad since I was the one with the pin, but it was also my other friends fault for turning around to go back, plus I think they would have brought us in for that knife or something else just so they could search us even if that pin hadn't been found. The other reason I didn't feel as bad was because he chose to come for the ride when we told him to stay behind since he was on parole and only getting 2 bags, so no need for him to tag along.
When I got out my boy bought me a bunch of McDonalds for saying I would take the heat for everything, and then we finally got his car back from the precinct where his pin was actually hidden, so he got to get really high and I just got a buzz off the left-overs. We both had to deal with a lot of shit though after we got home because once we went missing phone calls were made and everyone found out we were locked up, and one of our boys that used to cop with us but got clean told my family what I was really doing there (which sucked because I had a good excuse lined up) but people outside of that circle got the story that we legit made a wrong turn and got pulled over for being in the wrong neighborhood, and they hit us with the knife charge. It's funny because when I told that story to some detectives that hung out at my job they all said that I must have been up to no good there, and they failed to realize that that was the same premise by which we got locked up, but they weren't seeing that.
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I could've swore Ashton Kutcher was going to jump out of the bushes any moment.
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