House was raided on fake charges & arrested on fake gun charge.CRAZY STORY!!!!CRAZZZY

Alright, this story is beyond wild & a long read, but trust me it's worth every second of your time. This happened in 2007, I was 17, im 20 now. So it was a rainy day in September & I was with 2 of my "friends". A little backround on me at this point in my lifetime; I was a fucking immature idiot but definantly didn't diserve this, even though if this never happened I would of most likely never matured & would probably be in jail right now, im a total sketchball now, don't even smoke anymore but will once I move & am able to medicate legally. Anyways, so us 3 are sitting in my room, I have a sliding glass door in my room to go outside & I went outside talking on the phone at the tip of my driveway while my 2 "friends" were in my room still. Im tripping on an unmentionable at this point. All of a sudden I see a Gold Taurus coming around my street which detectives drive in my town, im thinking to myself "Shit there checking up on me while im outside". Before I know it the whole world goes into slow-mo, there's a few squad cars behind the Taurus & before I know it the detectives hop out throw me in cuffs & say "New tattoos cutie? There gonna love that in jail". All of a sudden like 8 squad cars pull up & all the cops hop out STORMING my house like something you'd see in a wild movie. The detective SLAMS me on the hood of the car SCREAMING "WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SAFE & GUN WHERE THE FUCK IS IT" so im like "WHAT THE FUCK!!?!? A safe & gun what the FUCK are you talking about the only gun I've ever seen was a water pistol, I smoke weed that's about it!"



So 1 of them pats me down & throws me in the back of the detective car while im watching my house being stormed. I had 1 tab of an unmentionable in my boxers because 1 of the kids in my room just threw me it for free so I was like fuck it i'll save it for a rainy day. (You know when you don't have pockets you put it in your boxers) so the detective didn't find it & as he's walking away from the car I am in cuffs trying to get it out of the front part of my boxers when he turns around & see's me moving. When he opens the door it's sticking out of my boxers. It's a very small unmentionable he didn't even see so he's like "WHERE THE FUCKS THE WEED DID YOU FUCKING EAT IT" as I stutter "Uh...Uh...it's...it's a piece of paper" & he goes "Ohhhhh" with a big smile on his face. So im feeling pretty wild at this point so fucking confused about this whole safe & gun scenario. As there storming my house 1 of the kids in my room threw 20 tabs of unmentionables in the mini fridge & a half ounce of weed in the closet. This shit is so wild seeing all these cops STORMING the house. So they search the whole house & find that & a bowl to a broken bong that was downstairs as well which was mine, I didn't have anything else. So both kids are in cuffs while the kid who threw the shit is crying & yells "I THREW THE SHIT IT'S ALL MINE" (Which I really respect him for, but he really ended up going in the wrong direction in life sadly, full blown fiend in & out of jail now).



Im looking at my mom in the window & she's crying her eyes out which truly broke my heart, even though this whole scenario was totally fake, that scene right there made me know I had to change my life, I wasn't going down the right path at this time & being on an unmentionable really made me think 100x deeper. So eventually after like a half hour when there done tearing my house apart they throw the kid who threw the shit right next to me & brought us down to the station. They took him & the other kid out for questioning first (The other kid was 1 of those kids who never had any money, they arrested him for having an empty bag LOL). So they question him for a long time & eventually take me out at like 12 at night. He's putting his shoes on because his dad bailed him out, so im like "Yo you told the cops that was your shit right?" right in front of the detective & he was like yeah & the detective was like "Nope not what you said before". They put the charge of the 20 unmentionables on him & the half ounce charge on me since they didn't have any others on me besides the 1 stupid lowsy unmentionable. So there questioning me for over a half hour about this safe & gun charge & eventually they say "All the neighbors saw you pull up in your red Mazda RX6". Since I got my license at 16 I only have had 1 car, an old Pontiac.



Right then & there they knew they had fucked up. 1 of the detectives was really trying to get me to flip by talking mad shit but I wasn't gonna budge. Eventually I just put my hands on the table & loudly say "LOOK, the weed charge, that was eventually coming, but this safe & gun shit I DON'T FUCKING KNOW SHIT ABOUT!" They looked at eachother with a look on there faces you wouldn't believe. Right then & there they totally stopped talking about the safe & gun & just started talking about drugs & interrogating me about dealers, etc. Eventually they put me in the holding cell till the next morning when im brought down to court. 1 of the 2 detectives was really trying to get me to flip by saying shit like "Once you enter that courtroom in shackles & cuffs & don't see your mother or father in the stands, your gonna realized how fucked you are." Im like what the fuck man. So I get to the courthouse & they put me downstairs in the jail in shackles & cuffs that were so tight I still have scars on my ankles. I was never the same again, i'll never do anything illegal again in my life & haven't, even though I never did anything bad besides baby shit involving pot many, many moons ago. So finally when it's time for court I see my mom & dad out in the stands & my moms crying her eyes out (My dad truly believed I did it, I remember when the cops were storming my house my piece of shit Dad who I never had a good relationship with was shaking hands & laughing with the detectives, this really embedded in my head due to the unmentionables like my mom crying did). So im let out with no bond due to the fact the case was all fucked up.

So I get home & my mom & I are talking & she knows I didn't have shit to do with any gun & safe. So I get a call from the detective saying he's bringing in the kid who wrote the FAKE police report & he's gonna "Strangle him worse than he's ever done to anybody before" (talking about interrogate). The kid eventually comes clean & say's he never even MET ME. Not only have I never met him, I NEVER EVEN HEARD OF HIM! So he ended up taking the full wrap, he stole the safe & gun from his own father with 10 grand and a pistol in it. A part was left out by him though because he didn't want to rat on his 2 friends who were the ones who told him to write the full fake report on me. These 2 fucking bitches were REAL jealous of me & wannabe gangsters & really pressured the kid into doing it, he was a couple years younger. The charges involving the safe & gun were obviously dropped but I still had to fight the unmentionable charge, the half ounce charge which wasn't even mine, & the stupid slide charge. Hired the best lawyers in the tri-state area, had to drop 10 fucking grand. Went to court almost a full year, ended up 10 drug classes which were awesome, had a really chill black dude as the teacher, he was awesome, 112 hours community service doing 8 hours a day of bullshit in the ghetto, didn't get a choice of where to go, and a year UNsupervised probation (no drug testing, no P.O, just if you get arrested your fucked just like if you were on regular probation, but I didn't have to worry about that due to the fact I was literally a changed person & still am).



The kid who wrote the fake police report got FUCKED beyond belief, if you write a fake police report especially involving something of that caliber you get REALLY fucked. He was in juvi for like a year almost & got tons of bullshit after that. Since I was considered a "victim" in the case my mom & I were able to go to his court herring & I was able to stand up & talk. I was crying & everything & said the whole story of how much it fucked up my highschool life & how fucked up the whole expirence left me (even though it fucked me up in the best way possible like I said before) & I said the 2 kids names & everything that made the kid do it, & the kids father was just stairing at me nodding his head because he knew the 2 kids did it. The 2 bitches were NEVER charged for this case, they hid the money & got rid of the gun real quick. The kid was ordered to pay me back like a lowsy 1000$ for the lawyer. A couple days later we get a letter in the mail from the parents & a 10,000$ check saying how sorry they were which was sick because we got the full lawyer money back (This lawyer is a fuckin BOSS, so chill). Legend states that 1 of the kids gave the gun to 1 of the piece of shit psychiatrist-people at my old highschool & he threw the gun on some roof & it was recovered. My mom called that asshole & FLIPPED out, the dude was SO scared.



So yeah, theres my story of what happened to me & how much it made me do a 360 change. You really don't understand how stupid doing sketchy shit is until something like this happens. The lawyer said if I didn't have that 1 unmentionable on me I would of had a lawsuit on my hands, sucks. I ended up having to leave that highschool because those 2 losers were supposedly planning on stabbing me or some shit but I wasn't scared of that at all, I had so much adrenaline towards these motherfuckers I would of been able to fuck them up ferociously with my bare hands but since I was on that year of Unsupervised Probation I couldn't get in any trouble. I ended up getting my highschool diploma going to night school which really made me miss out on a lot of memories in my senior year which sucked. Overall in the end, like I said before, I am so thankful this fucked up unheard of situation happened because I was not going down the right path. I left the situation with 1 key phrase, "If you can't do the time, don't do the crime" because I sure as hell am not built for jail.

edit: I forgot a funny part, in the expulsion herring (Which I didn't get expelled but the other kid did) my high end lawyer made that detective who was fucking with me look like a TOTAL idiot. 24 hours later he conveniently "Retired" worried his ass off he was going to get the fuck sued out of him. Karmas a bitch.

 

It's worth the read bro.

 

Okay. The people that want to will, it's a wild story, I wouldn't have posted it if it wasn't. Doesn't take more than 2 minutes to read. I understand that's a lifetime to you though.

 

Yeah dude, the kid who threw the shit defiantly did. He's a full blown opiate addict & just go out of jail & is back in from what I heard. Has been in & out since then. Totally lost contact a couple months after this situation. Glad you enjoyed, I know it was a long read but like I said, I wouldn't of posted it if it wasn't something i'd enjoy reading when im bored on GC.

 

I didn't meen it like that bruh, I was on an unmentionable & it just permantly scarred my brain for the best. That's all I meant. Nothing was "chill" about it, going to court for 11 months isn't chill, doing 8 hours a day of labor for no paycheck wasn't "chill". The situation was not "chill". I can tell you haven't been through anything too serious.

 

Haha, done man, sorry.

 

All good brotha! Hope you did straight on your finals if you already took them.

 

You don't even know proper english. Do you have any idea how strict states are on hallucinogenic charges? Most likely you do not. I didn't get fucked what so ever considering EVERYTHING was thrown out & my record is 100% clean, I got lucky considering the other kid got 3 years probation. & no, didn't cry at all throughout the whole thing, it was pretty much an act in the court room when I was the victim even though everything I said was true, but I could of clearly gone without crying, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Guess what, it worked! Hence the reason I got my 10,000$ back. 10 grand "don't get you" a top notch lawyer? I would love to know your insight on court & what you've been through. It's not like I was fighting a murder case, it didn't even go to trial, just hella continuations for 11 months. I'd suggest a literary class by the way. Talking shit & starting trouble behind a computer screen is really tough by the way.