So. I turned 16 friday, right? Those are supposed to be great, memorable birthdays, much like your 21st. I got my license that day, and hadda big party planned with my friends. We show up to our vacant apartment where we plan to party. We had shit loads of alcohol, bunches of weed, music, tv, xbox, the works. People started showing up, we starting drinkin, smoking, having a great ass time. Music pounding, BET on tv, lol. After, oh an hour or so, we had 15 -20 ppl in a small apartment. We were relatively quiet, for drunks. We had a girl (maybe two, nto quite sure) passed out in a bedroom, but we let her chill there. We had about 8 girls, 7 guys, maybe more of each. Chicks walking around making out with everyone, even their own sex, dancing on tables, or w/e else they could find that would support their weight. We have (by this time) about 7-8 blunts getting passed around the 'crib' and everybody was having a blast (except the one, or two, girls that were passed out). After about, ohh, 2 and a half hours my friend's mom called and said she was coming over to check up on us. shit. We got everybody out; well, actually they took of on their own so we didnt do much. We did, however, have to haul one, or two, completely dead girls outside and hide them under trees. We're both trashed, ripped, everything. His mom shows up, but with two unexpected guests. Da pigs. Da po po's. Da feds. The police. Holy fucking mother of Teresa. He has no choice but to let them in. One cop comes in the apt. and talks to me, while my friend is in the hall with his mom and the other cop. The cop asks me some questions, and im just chillin in the apt. watchin tv and jamming to rap. Haha, bad Idea. Cop searches the apartment, finds nothing. I guess somebody took the empty bottles and ran with them. Thank god. The cop came back in the room and told me he had reason to believe there was underage drinking and illegal substance abuse taking place at the apartment. So he told me to call my mom and have her come pick me up. Being the trashed retard I was (or maybe am), I refused. He told me to do it again, and once more I said no I'm watching tv (lol). So he told me to stand up and put my hands on my head. I did, barely being able to support my weight, I stumbled and threw my hands at the side of my head. He grabbed them and cuffed them behind my head. He then asked me If I had anything he needed to know about, anything would hurt or pierce him. I proceeded to say "Nope". He went to my back left pocket first, nothing. Then to my back right, found my wallet, took out my newly aquired, shining license. He held onto it. Now, the bad part. He moved onto the front right pocket. Pulls out a bag of weed. Shit. At this point I have no clue how it got there, and still dont to this day. He then pulls out a stack of $160.00 in cash (All 20's, and 10's, mind you). The money was rolled up and rubber-banded like dealers have it. Ohhhh boy. He asked me how I got it, and I said birthday money, as it truly was. He then went onto the front left pocket, where the whole synopsis of me being a Drug dealer got worse. He finds my cellphone. 8GB Apple iPhone. Fuck. Asks me how I got it, and I said I payed for it myself, lol. He's positive I deal drugs now. He walks out and at this point my moms here. He talks to her for a while. And, well, to sum up the rest: I asked him if he was going to get me for trafficing. He said hell yeah because I've been arguing and being an asshole the whole night. So I started yelling and shit, so they pulled their tazers out. I sat my ass down. Haha, they then put me down for unruly-juvenile, and for obstruction of justice (lieing to an Officer). Fucking shit. Well I settle down and I leave with my mom. That was the most awkward ride home of my 16 year life.
Anyways, thanks for reading, I wanted to share my 'enjoyable' 16th birthday with you. Comments? lol.
