I fought the law and the law won, Not really though

Technically I didn’t fight, (see last entry) but I was making faces (well they started it) with the best of them.  Now I'm an over *cough* thirty *cough* twenty something year old that’s never been in any real trouble with the man (damn the man). I've always been (a good girl, I don’t care what what’s his faces says) one to follow the rules (really it’s only ones enforced by guys with guns) even thought sometime I can bend a few…I have no priors, DUI's or speeding tickets. Clearly I'm not gonna lie... yeah I've had a few speeding tickets in the past but (I haven’t been caught speeding in what you would say) that was years. I’m on the straight and narrow dagnabit! Also I have that whole, fear of God thing going on and law abiding citizen. Is so much more appealing than jailbird . . . I hear that the jail scene is not cute.

So I stay away from the man and the man stays away from me. Yeah that’s it coppers. Still I often don't usually understand the concept of what's the right thing to do. Though I think that’s only on a personal level cause yeah just can’t seem to get that bit right. Something about train wrecks and horribly wrong decisions. Ah but those I have to live with…It just can’t be help (obviously it can but it’s my hot body I do what I want). The things that my mother and father taught me (for damn sure) is don't break laws. That I just keep that in mind and in all my life you'll be fine. 

Mmm it’s certainly all good in theory…except not my many people have actual run in with the authorities. I’m no stranger (danger!) to them either. I’ve had speeding tickets, being pulled over for the color of my skin…and now I’m being question for being in an area that has a lot of “Criminal actively” as they put it. Before I get ahead of myself let’s start at the beginning.

Permit me to paint a picture. Monday (that bastard of a day) had been stupid to me! The phones were on crack. The lines were crossed…yeah it wasn’t pretty. That day was a compete bust and I was really hoping Tuesday would be better. Calm and quiet sounded really nice, and since sleep still eludes me while I’m doing 10 hour work days. (Yay monies, boo weariness) At least Tuesday started that way. My lovely friend (the word smith that encouraged me to share my ridiculous myriad of thoughts via the written word) sent me a message says. We should totes make faces at each over dinner. So it was yay me’s all around! Work dragged on but hey it’s work so whatcha gonna. *meh* my two to three hours with lovely were entirely grand. We had a gay old time…good friends, good food, good drinks.

So the night ended well…or so I thought. When I got home about nine in the p.m., my special friend hit me up. Now you have to appreciate that I was fricking tired. So much so that ten minutes at home and I was already in my P.J.’s ready to go to mimis. Alas that is definitely not what occurred.

Okay back to my special friend’s call. Apparently she was currently out and about. She promptly asked if I wanted to came out and play. I spoke to her for about I wanna say about five minutes…and I was off. It didn’t take much coaxing to get me out and honestly I don’t know why I went. I was dead tired. Still I set off… to meet her, her not boy friend and his B-romance bubby at a restaurant...fun ensued. As the establishment that we reside was about to closed (You don’t have to go home but you gotta get the f out of here!). We swiftly move our party elsewhere. As it so happens her not boy friend was at this time lodging at Momo (you know hotel motel holiday inn, if your girl starts acting up then you take her friend!)

conversated about stuff and stuff when all of a sudden (hahaha!). A cop car pulls up. That was our first indication that we should have gone into the room.

Now when the cop'er asked us what we were doing crossing the street I took it in stride. It made me laugh cause really could he see that we like kind of fat. So with a simple observation he could determine that we were 1. Not short of breath…2. He would have seen us!! Estupid! He knew that we weren't doing anything, but still he harassed us. The thing is that maybe if we would’ve been a bit more cooperative. My SPF was oozing attitude. She was just plain being a bitch. In addition to that I was being an effing smart ass. Oh crap we were on a roll and that sure as hell didn't make happy.

But we weren’t doing any wrong!!! That's what pissed me off and made me act the way I did... My SPF well she just a bitch to the cops...I pretty sure her exact words were; "Fuck the police!...If they want me they come get me at my house!".  He was just a little man with a napoleon complex. He had power and choses to use it, tying to intimidate us.You know what they say about power and corruption going hand in hand. He made us sit on the walk way of the momo. He talked about criminal activity. He continued on with something about running warrants...we got frisked. Fun times! O_o

So all in all it was ridiculous, hahah all we need were some handcuffs so that our ensemble would have been complete…still I guess that’s what we get for being out at preposterous hour of the night or maybe morning depending on how you think. While being in a not so reputable area. Yay us!