So guess who ended up in the back of a squad car tonight? ::raises hand:: OK, really it may not sound that bad. I was at a party at a friends house, which I guess got a little loud, so the cops show up. The cops are telling everyone to leave, their job I guess. So my friend that's my ride stops to tell his girlfriend (whose house it is) that we're taking off. So I stop in the kitchen to wait for him and this cop starts barking at me, " Don't pretend you're invisible, I said LEAVE." Then he gives me a push pretty hard in the back. So I instinctively shoot him a dirty look and flip him off. So he says, " Congratulations, you're the first candidate for detox." He proceeds to strongarm me out the door and to his car. On the way he asks, "You're pretty retarded aren't you?" to which I respond, "I don't know, do many retards carry a 3.8 GPA in college." So I sit in the back of a car for a bit. Every time I ask what exactly the offense is they tell me to shut up and that I'm retarded. I ask for a breathalizer at least and whether "the bird" is not within my first amendment rights to which they don't really respond. After awhile, and switching me from one car to another, they tell me I'm alright to go, but that other police in the area would have "busted my head open." I think it was worth it due to the adulation I got when I returned to the party and kept drinking, though most people had left by then. At least it makes a good story.
I'm home and safe now, so I guess thats all that matters.
I'm home and safe now, so I guess thats all that matters.
dude, they are the all american rejects. Not your favorite band.