I've already had to tell this story way too many times, in person. Everybody wants to know; some people [I]need[I] to know. There won't be nearly enough energy in this initial post to do the story justice.
Anyway, I got pulled over. I had warrants. I was asked to step out of the car. I bolted.
It's funny how, at times (and these times are becoming increasingly rare) I can demonstrate a pretty impressive degree of intellect. Every once in a while, I do something really dumb.
My justification (to myself) was that if I got pulled over, I was going to jail and I was not in a position to take that kind of hit. My life is very delicate, right now. I figured, fleeing from the cops is a misdemeanor charge that I can have taken care of with an attorney and a little bit of cash. These things come in time.
There's no question whether or not I should have acted more responsibly and taken care of these charges long before they ever became warrants and really I should have done what was necessary to properly license my vehicle so that I never got the charges, initially.
I'm an excellent runner when I'm not wearing dance shoes. I'm even better when I'm not drunk.
Those boys in blue whooped the crap out of me; punched me, wrestled me, maced me, tazed me but they could not cuff me. I'm a pretty athletic guy. I know how to fight, but I didn't fight back, though. I just wasn't cooperative.
The whole thing was stupid. I was stupid.
I got charged with assault and resisting arrest, but I was given a summary release, because I was so beat up and I'm a white person with full command of the English language. I still had warrants from another county, but my boss bailed me out. A lot of people at the dance club were very concerned about me. I have really good people in my life; better than I realized.
As I waited and waited and waited for about 48 hours, I came in contact with the dregs of society, the usual suspects. Some of the stories I could put together from that experience could be awfully entertaining, but mostly it was just a collection of losers. It seemed to be a badge of honor, how many facilities one has been through. Whatever.
No one bothered me, I'm just too mature, uninterested and physically too large. I'm also likeable.
It's wonderful to be out. Now, I plan on getting my life back together. I had an epiphany.
Anyway, I got pulled over. I had warrants. I was asked to step out of the car. I bolted.
It's funny how, at times (and these times are becoming increasingly rare) I can demonstrate a pretty impressive degree of intellect. Every once in a while, I do something really dumb.
My justification (to myself) was that if I got pulled over, I was going to jail and I was not in a position to take that kind of hit. My life is very delicate, right now. I figured, fleeing from the cops is a misdemeanor charge that I can have taken care of with an attorney and a little bit of cash. These things come in time.
There's no question whether or not I should have acted more responsibly and taken care of these charges long before they ever became warrants and really I should have done what was necessary to properly license my vehicle so that I never got the charges, initially.
I'm an excellent runner when I'm not wearing dance shoes. I'm even better when I'm not drunk.
Those boys in blue whooped the crap out of me; punched me, wrestled me, maced me, tazed me but they could not cuff me. I'm a pretty athletic guy. I know how to fight, but I didn't fight back, though. I just wasn't cooperative.
The whole thing was stupid. I was stupid.
I got charged with assault and resisting arrest, but I was given a summary release, because I was so beat up and I'm a white person with full command of the English language. I still had warrants from another county, but my boss bailed me out. A lot of people at the dance club were very concerned about me. I have really good people in my life; better than I realized.
As I waited and waited and waited for about 48 hours, I came in contact with the dregs of society, the usual suspects. Some of the stories I could put together from that experience could be awfully entertaining, but mostly it was just a collection of losers. It seemed to be a badge of honor, how many facilities one has been through. Whatever.
No one bothered me, I'm just too mature, uninterested and physically too large. I'm also likeable.
It's wonderful to be out. Now, I plan on getting my life back together. I had an epiphany.
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