Possession, Paraphernalia, and Distribution.

The story of how I got caught.

After finishing a heavy match of CODMW2, I decided to head out of my room. I had about 3 ounces on me, a lot of paraphernalia, and some baggies in my dorm room. With the obvious smell in the hall, the police come to the rescue! They come into my dorm, ask to search my room, I didn't grant them access and they started searching. The found all of my stuff and I was headed for jail.

Once I get to the campus police station, I was interrogated, mug-shotted, and put into a holding cell, where 5 hours later, I am picked up by a woman who is going to take me to county prison. Since My charges are so harsh, I have to set a bond that night to get out, or wait it out and do it in the morning. Taking the chance with the on-call judge that night, I took a shot. 45 minutes later, the correctional officer told me that my final bail was set at $30,000.

While all of this is happening, my friends sprang into action. Security and efficiency was the main goal, as to how everyone and everything was going to work out. People started searching for me, since I had no access to a phone that could call out of city limits. They started following my trail and ended up where I did, county. They were able to find a bail-bondsman who was going to give us a break, only make us pay $1,000 up front, and get him the other $2,000 later. This was a great sigh of relief, but the only problem was that my friend put all of his money that was going to his "social activities". His account is drained now.

After they all got my bail worked out, I was released from county, just as I was up to dress out and get a cell to stay the night in. Seeing 6 friends greet me at the front door of the county police office was the best thing in my life. They all had done their part, in the most selfless thing I have ever seen. Imagine being put into a jail cell for 8 hours, with no contact of the outer world, and then seeing 6 of your best friends right as you walk out to give me a cigarette and a much needed hug.

Now I'm looking at a false search and seizure, a false intent to distribute charge, and some other stuff. I'm going to get a lawyer, but it's not going to be cheap or fast to get it removed from my record. I have financial backing in the people around me, but I called my parents for help. They appreciate the inclusion, but its also really tough for them at this time, since they are paying a lot of me to go to the university, and another bill being tacked on isn't something they need right now.

Anyway, I'm in touch with lawyers and all that jazz. In the future for anyone who has some weight on them, make sure to have fool-proof hiding spots everywhere. I was boned from the start because I didn't think about it.

Bonus: The jackass cop that searched my room found 3 ounces... however he missed the 7/8's that I had weighed out in advance. At least I get a little something from this. I'm learning a fucking hard and expensive lesson, but at least there is still about an ounce of sour diesel left.

Let the blunts commence.