I was arrested but I didn’t get booked.
Dude picked me up in a stolen car, this happened when I was younger and living in Memphis. I just knew I was going to die smh. I was PISSED this night so dude was like you want to go get something to eat and go to the river? I’m like yes, get me out this damn house for a little while. So he picks me up and as we are driving on Shelby Drive I remember us getting by the iHop and I’m like damn why are there so many cop cars parked over here. Dude is like “hell yeah, they are deep as fuck tonight”. Next thing you know cop cars coming at us from every direction and they’re like put your hands up so they hav ether guns out pointed at us and I’m like OH MY GOD, the doors are locked and they’re screaming to keep my hands up but then they can’t open the door so they’re screaming to open the door but shit I was scared to even move and they shoot me. Door finally gets open, they get us out and I’m crying a damn river. First off, I’m not bout that life being up in jail with big dikes named Bobby. I was like man listen WE JUST LEFT MY HOUSE. We weren’t even gone for 8 minutes before they pulled us over. How about the people who owned the car FOLLOWED him even when he picked me up so I was annoyed that they didn’t want to be honest and try to act like I somehow was in on their car being stolen. Long story short, we got to the precinct and the charges were dropped, they called my mom and she thought they were calling to tell her I was dead. Safe to say every time a mf wanted to take me out after that I was trying to see his license and registration like I was the damn police.