Scarface goes to jail

About time, eh?

Maybe even some of you are thinking, hey the fucker deserves it? Nah, you all aren't that big of pricks. heh

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So, I have a story to tell you. And when I say it isn't doctored I mean it. This is the whole story, so help me God and all that truth implying shit.

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Last Thursday night, nearing the end of my Spring Break week, I called up a friend who lives in St. Pete. Now this friend, I won't lie, she is a person I care deeply for. I doubt me and her will ever hook up, but the fact of the matter is, I like hanging out with her despite anything else. She has an uncle, my best friend. She tells me to tell her uncle that we should all go out Thursday night. My friend agrees, and we plan accordingly. I am to be the DD for the night. That's fine. I can do that. heh

My brother calls me. (insert foreshadowing or some gay shit.) He asks me if we are going out tonight. SOMEONE had told him that we were. I really don't know who. It wasn't me, I really don't like going out with him as I usually have to take care of his irresponsible ass.

You see though I am a bit reckless when it comes to things like this I have matured to the point where I don't screw around in public anymore. My brother isn't like that, and every time we go out, he is a liability. (As shown later on in this post.)

So, he tags along with us. Which isn't that big of a deal except it really cost me my ass this time around. We get to this girls house and we all start having a good time playing drinking games and what not. I'm the DD, but eh...the amount of beer I drank would have left my system by the time we had to leave anyways. It wasn't a big deal.

The club scene was nice. This girl brought some of her friends along. Some I had met, some new faces. The crowd meshed pretty well. Nothing went wrong, we all had a nice drunken good time.

Closing time. We all leave. Still no problems. I am outside having a great time taking pictures with girls getting numbers and flirting with drunk people, the usual for me. My brother comes over to me, telling me this, "Yo, you see that guy over there in the red shirt? I don't know why, but I really want to kick his ass."

Me, "Why? What the hell did he do to you?"

"Nothing really, I just really want to beat his ass."

One of the other guys we were with starts to instigate the matter. My brother, now with at least one person supporting him runs off. I think nothing of it and continue with what I was doing prior.

The next thing I hear is some huge co motion from behind me. I see my brother and a cop. The two are in each others faces. WONDERFUL. My brother is spouting off about some stupid shit, drunk as hell and who know what else he was on. He was screaming to this guys face to "ARREST HIM," and asking "WHAT DID I DO?"

Me being the nice and caring brother that I am, goes off and tries to resolve the issue. I apologize to the officer who I don't even think is paying attention to me and get between the two. I push my brother away who is still blabbing stupid drunken nonsense over my shoulder.

My friend is involved too. He is trying to figure out what happened and why there is even a problem, though the one causing this whole scene is my brother, who I can't seem to shut up. It was at this point that the officer had enough. He gets me out of the way and I guess had called for backup. I then see my brother being put in hand cuffs.

It was at this point that emotions started to kick in. none of the cops would answer any of my questions. Me and my friend were just trying to figure out what he had done, because we just wanted to grab him and get home at this point. Wasn't going to happen. I guess the cop got tired of our questions and my brothers blatant disrespect for authority, because he soon pulled out the big guns; his Tazer.

Now, if anyone follows any threads I do make, then you might have read the one about the kid from the University of Florida getting tazed at a John Kerry pep rally. Me and my friend see the tazer and instantly back away. Things don't seem to be getting any better for us, so I go to a near by bench and sit down for a second. With my head in my hands I don't really know what to do at this point. it was then that I hear one of the girls we were with scream something like "Oh my God, or NO!" I look up and now see my best friend getting hand cuffed up. I couldn't tell you why, I still don't know.

I was in tears at this point. There were a good seven cops now and the crowd had grown to a rather large amount. My brother is on the trunk of the cop car, getting his hands placed behind his back. He then looks at me, at my weakest moment and starts screaming in pain and also screaming, "HELP!"

My emotions get the best of me. Call me a dumb ass or whatever. I start yelling, tears clouding my vision. Mind you, I am not cursing the cops out or anything, I just want someone to answer me. I am loud, sure. I was pleading with the cops to please go easy on him, that he was screaming out in pain, and that there was no need to be so rough with him. My voice doesn't lower until one cop looks at me, and whispers something in another cops ear. The said cop turns to look at me and charges me.

He puts his hands on me, and by instinct I flinch. The cop mutters, "Resisting arrest!" and pushes me to the ground. Now I am in in cuffs too. What the fuck.

In the back of the truck me, my friend and my brother are all bewildered at the situation. My brother is still a loud obnoxious mess, my friend is ranting about taking their badges. Me, well...heh. If I told you this was my first ride in one of these things, I'd be lying. I was rather quiet and complacent on the whole situation. It was already too late for any of that.

Long story short, (Well, it is a long story, but the booking and everything isn't really important.) I got charged with 2 (count em) TWO felonies. Battery on a Leo (a cop) and resisting arrest with violence. My friend gets the same charges pretty much and my fucking brother gets a misdemeanor.

WHAT!?

Now, here is where its gets fun for me.

"but Scar, yer clearly not in the wrong, what do you care? This case will get dropped, yada yada yada."

Sure, I don't think they can stick two felonies on me, BUT (and this is a very big but) I was on PTI, which is a form of probation for something stupid I did last year. These charges will re-open up that case and now I could be facing jail time for both situations.

Not only is this going to cost me an arm and a leg to even begin to try and fix, but it's more money that I can afford right now.

I was going to school to become a firefighter, but if any of this shit sticks to my record I can kiss that career out the window.

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So, really, honestly. All yer problems mean shit to me. This is my future, seemingly ruined...because of what?

WHAT DID I DO?

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Now, you may reply to this and be like, "You should have known better." Better then what? to speak out? Where is that thing called the freedom of speech now?

I mean, sure I could have said nothing as I witnessed my brother being arrested.

But answer me this, who is a worse person? Someone who watches their sibling going to jail and saying nothing, or someone that sticks up for family?

Is this the America we are living in?

Life is fucked up. I just hope I don't get jail time.