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I Get Arrested Sunny
the first time i got arrested i was dead drunk. at that time i was living with my uncle, who lived in falls church. i usually hung out in washington, dc as my friends were there and the bars i liked to hang out at, were all there too. i had decided not to drink and drive as there had been too many nights where i had driven home and could not even remember coming home the next day. plus i drove like a madman when i was drunk, speeding at 80 mph on the highway turns on my suzuki jeep which was specially designed to tip over in such situations. sometimes i'm surprised i'm still alive and haven't killed anyone.
the drawback of such a noble decision was that i had to take the metro back and forth and the fucking metro bastards had opted to close their shit by 12. since i never finished before 2 or 3 in the morning this was a major obstruction to my drinking habits. fortunately i had a really good friend who went to GW university and who didn't mind me coming by his place and crashing on his couch. a really good friend since often i disturbed him at all kinds of fucked up hours. a couple of times he wasn't there to help me out and then i had to sleep on hard benches and wait for the metro to open at 6 or 7 to go back home. needless to say i
didn't get much sleep that way.
one night i had had even more than my usual bit to drink compounded by smoking a couple of joints and i got it into my head to sleep in one of the university dorms. since i had
lived in the dorms i knew they had couches in the lounge areas which were comfortable enough to sleep on. i don't know how i slipped past security and went downstairs to the computer room and went to sleep on the couch. about an hour later i was awakened by some noise and opened my eyes to see a UPD (university police officer) shining his torch into my eyes. he
asked me what i was doing there and through my alcohol induced daze i concoted a story of coming here to meet a friend who lived in the building and not meeting him had fallen sleep
there. i think i might even have shown him my outdated university card as proof that i was a responsible former student and not a deviant homeless bum. fucker that he was he didn't
buy my story and silently pulled out his radio set to call his fellow freaks to send the MPD (metropolitan police department fucks) over to help me understand the gravity of the situation. understand that these guys live for situations like this. it's a major turn on for them to persecute people who happen to stupidly fall into their clutches. most of these guys are former MPD rejects and it makes them feel useful to see cops take people away to jail.
so anyway by this time i'm upstairs in the lobby and there's two MPD cops standing there in their blue uniforms. there's some interrogation as to what i was doing there, with me sticking to my story, which fell flat on it's face when they asked my friends name and apt. number. i mumbled some shit about not telling them anything more. this only served to piss this one MPD officer off, who told me i was going downtown for sure if i didn't spill the beans. nothing from me. i didn't know it at that time but they violated my rights and started searching my backpack in which they found a small bag of weed. you know the stupid expression they always use on such occasions. "well, well, what do we have here..." and then they hold it up for everyone to see and ponder the evil nature of said object. they
turned me around, pulled my hands behind me and put the shiny metal handcuffs on one and then on the other.
i wasn't hysterical at all, i felt resigned to it all, zen like i was just an observer to a process, a sequence of actions. i was walked to the cruiser and put in the back seat with the mandatory hand on the head. as we drove to the station i had the wild hope that maybe this was all a joke and that they would take me around the block, give me a lecture and then let me go my merry way. that was not to be and slowly as we drove through the empty streets it started to sink into my head that i was truly fucked. i had just been arrested for the first time.
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"Sunny, you should go out drinking more often and stay away from the computer. This way your stories won't hurt anyone." -- Bert Paradis.
"alright a critic. sorry i didn't please you with my story and it hurt your feelings and all, but i was the one who got arrested, fucker. i was the one traumatized, but nooo lets not be nice to sunny!" -- sunny, DC.
"the ONLY thing they did wrong, was "they let you out"." -- Molly.
"This isn't a story. This is banal bullshit. Get a job." -- castro.
"Sunny, nice to read about your experience - Lets hope you learn your lesson the hard way. It is good to read of your experience- and it is good if other students or lads of your age will read this and make them think that how easy it is to do wrong things and get caught too. All l can say is that good job you were not caught in Singapore as for drugs it is excution- straight to the docks. Think yourselve luck this time. An advice to you - a good record a good job. Think about your future. " -- Sin Ling, Singapore.
"will it was your own stupidity that got you arrested" -- J.
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