|
Brag on myself, hmmm lets see... well, when i was fifteen i got arrested for public intoxication, pretty minor stuff for a kid that age... but it could've been a lot worse because i had a "baseball bat" style marijuana smoker in my boot that was stuffed with an eighth of weed.
So they sit me down in the fingerprint room and left for a few minutes to get paperwork, this room had one camera that slowly swept the room, so when it went past me i rushed over to an obviously unused desk just taking up space in the corner, underneath it were an old pair of shoes that hadnt been used in so long they had dust bunnies all over them, so i grabbed the bat and shoved it down into one.
Just seconds later the guy came in, printed and booked me, searched me and set me up with the ubiquitous orange jumpsuit and sandles, it was saturday night so i had to stay until monday.
So monday, mom comes to get me and i'm issued back my clothes and turn in the suit... after that lo and behold, they sit me back down in that same room while they clear up paperwork with good ol Ma... and yep, you guessed it, i ran back over to that desk and got my weed.
Walked right out of jail with it that day, gotta say, i felt REAL ****ing slick.
|