bennyZA
Bluelighter
I can't believe I forgot about my experience getting a drunk in public charge in my own goddamn house. Yes, you read that correctly, I got a drunk in my public in my own goddamn house. I was also roughed up a little during that particular moment. Why did this all happen? Alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol. Anyways:
That night I was going to go to a SF Giants baseball game. I had secured great seats for me and my buddy. Spent a fortune to boot. He said he'd pay for drinks and all that jazz and then pay me back for the ticket when he could. We decided to take the ferry to the game cause we were going to be drinking heavily. Well, my friend didn't answer his phone and made it to the ferry right as we disembarked. I decided to go alone because they were good tickets and I love baseball. The whole time I was fuming though. This was a period of very, very heavy drinking for me. Probably a 1/5th of alcohol and 12 beers over a day. Morning drinking, and all that shit too. Suffice to say, I had a nice buzz going before I got on the ferry, and since I was pissed about my friend, I decided to hit the bar they had onboard pretty heavy. Then I get to the game, still very angry, and decided that tonight I would get absolutely plastered, which for me takes a lot of goddamn drink. I also had a very tough time with the concept of "enough" I never felt I was drunk enough, ever.
At the game, I'm double fisting beers, angry, before these 2 guys my age sit down next to me. They have a vape for smoking and a bunch of liquor in their backpacks. We end up chilling and playing drinking games based on the game. At this point I've had maybe 15 drinks over the course of maybe 5 hours or less. When I get back I'm in a good mood that turns foul real quick when I realized I spent maybe $100-150 on booze and food at the ballpark. What do I do with my remaining money? Buy more! So I go to a bar and drink. As I leave I buy a gallon of awesome, high alcohol beer at this bar/pub/brewery and drink it all in the park. I then take a cab home. After getting dropped off, I go into the grocery store and buy a 12 pack of bottles. At this point the cabby told me several times that I should go home, that any more drinking would be really bad. At this point I've had enough alcohol in the past 12 hours to get an entire frat house drunk.
I get to my apartment, and I'm so drunk I trip as I walk in. I hit the ground and the bottles smash everywhere. This part makes me so mad: I debated whether to clean it up or leave the beer and glass for the morning. I thought I was being responsible by cleaning everything up... wrong. I was so drunk I could barely crouch or even sit without hitting everything around me. While cleaning up the glass I cut myself a couple time, not bad, but enough that blood - mixed with beer - gets all over the floor. Hearing the glass break and the loud sounds of someone falling over himself, my neighbor called the cops. I really can't be mad at him, what he did was the right thing to do, tbh.
Next thing I know, there is a knock at my door. There was no warning, no "open up, police!" just a somewhat strong knock at the door. I honestly had no idea who it was. My friends lived down the street and even though it was about 3am at this point, I was so drunk I just assumed it was one of them. I open the door, the cops see the blood, and immediately rip me from my house and throw me against a wall. I very recently had shoulder surgery, very recently. I wasn't wearing my sling cause I just got home. The cops then cuff me, as I'm screaming, telling them to not do it. Of course they don't listen, and they pop my shoulder out! I start screaming at the top of my lungs, the pain was so intense. They realize my shoulder is dislocated, but because of liability issues they are not allowed to put it back in! I just start slamming my shoulder into the wall, trying to get it back in. They think I'm insane and am trying to hurt myself, or something. At this time, they are also going into my house and going through my shit. They tear up the place and find... nothing but weed which they could care less about. Thank god I was dry and there was no H or anything like that lying around.
They start getting very mad at me. The shoulder had popped back in, so they said I was a liar and that my shoulder wasn't actually dislocated. Finally they throw me into a cop car and arrest me, since I was being "uncooperative" they put me into a jail cell, even though they're letting people with DIP call people to pick them up. I was not allowed to do this, and I was told that I had to sleep in order to be let out. I refused to do any such thing, there weren't even benches to sleep on, just a concrete floor. I wont sleep so they wont let me go.
Finally, someone called my bro and he came and picked me up. I was charged with drunk in public and resisting arrest. I go to court, they drop the charges. There was some fucked up shit that went down, including the very illegal search. I called a friend who is a defense attorney and he informed me that I can begin an investigation. I then get interviewed several times by a sergeant. They ended up doing a pretty thorough investigation and came to the conclusion that the arrest was not illegal, but that I was treated with disrespect and the searches were illegal. They fired the arresting officer who also did the illegal search, and then they sent all the other officers to sensitivity training, whatever that means. Many people thought I should sue and get tons of money, but I talked to a lawyer and he told me I'd spend far more money for legal counsel than I would get from the police. That was honestly one of the worst days in my life. I can't emphasize how much pain the cops directly caused me. In the end though, it was my own fault. I had maybe 30 drinks over the course of the afternoon... so yea... kinda my fault.
I think we should all remember that. As much as these stories make me cringe cause of the waste of money by 5-0, a lot of the times we druggies are simply so high we make terrible mistakes and we can only blame ourselves.
I know this was really long and detailed despite not really being that crazy. I just really needed to write this. I don't tell people because I'm so embarrassed. I sometimes mention I was arrested for drunk in public in my own house, but for the most part I've buried this story and try not to think about it. This was during my darkest of days this was when I was a full blown addict and alcoholic. I was on benzos at the time, as well as I still had some opiates in my system. How I didn't die during those days is a miracle (well, I did eventually die for a few minutes, but hell, that's another story). Thing is I remember everything pretty well because I drank so much that it wasn't anything new and the adrenaline focused me, enough to remember things.
tl;dr:
I got way, way to drunk cause I was super pissed. Ended up buying more booze, made way too much noise in my apt including breaking glass. Cops come, rough me up a little. Do an illegal search, then arrest me even though I was pulled, forcibly, from my house. Afterwards I ended up starting an investigation of the cops, and they take a lot of disciplinary actions against them, still... sucked ass.
