4.22.06

On april 22nd, 2006, a group of my friends had a party of sorts. A friend’s parents went out of town so we bought an ounce of trainwreck and set out to smoke it all in one day between eight people. About 115 instances of flame leaping out of steadfast black bics and half an hour of bongzilla live later, I got a text message from my dad telling me that my pocket called him. I was devastated. I knew he knew everything. After a self meditative moment in the mirror upstairs, I ecided I was going to sober up and return home before my dad was asleep and show him how unintoxicated I was. Defiinitely.
When I got down stairs, my friend’s dog suzie, a 13 year old mutt was shaking on the floor. Yes, I blew smoke near the dog, toying with the idea of it soothing the dog’s old age and boredom. After breif investigations with some other individuals involved, I learned I was not the only one projecting cannabinoids near the dog. The friend of mine who’s dog it was, was lightly caressing the dog’s side supportively. After calling his parents, he had the dog put down.
Guilt flooded our hearts. We split up the rest of the weed and I lulled myself to the bus stop. I got off in a daze at my local park. It was about nine. I wasn’t sober enough to convince dad but I didn’t mind. I wasn’t surprised to find my friends’s ex-girlfriend wandering through the park on a dramatic phone call. She smelled like a bar. She hung up. We spoke about Suzie’s death and not much else before squad car 1260 with officers shore and tanaka pulled up the the bottom of the stairs.
This is my park. I’ve run those stairs till my legs shook. I was ready to run. I had some doj and three bongs in my backpack. I ventured the idea to the girl. She insisted we hadn’t done anything wrong. They said they had reports of kids drinking in the park and smelled alcohol on my breath. The alcohol smell was coming from her. This “report” gave them probable cause to arrest me if I denied consent to a search. I assured them I had no alcohol. “It’s the bongs” he said to his partner. They sat me down. Made me call my parents. Gave them my drugs and paraphenalia. She got to leave. Six week groundation. I'm andrew hine