I'm not quite sure how it happened, but when I was 16, I was hanging out with several guys who were in a Mexican gang near my town. It's surprising to me even now, looking back, that I was totally comfortable with the crowd.
My friend Dundee (small town white girl like me) and I would tell our parents that we were staying over at each other's houses and our gangster friends would pick us up.
We'd always have them buy us a bottle of Boones Farm Strawberry Hill and a 40 of OE each and the night would begin. We would just drive around the college town nearby and stop to talk to anyone who we knew.
One night, it was just me, Auto (nick named for grand theft, auto), and Danny who were cruising around. Danny had just bought me a pack of Marlboro reds and I was finished with the Boones Farm, starting on the 40.
All of a sudden, Auto starts yelling at Danny to pull the car over. Danny does so and Auto jumps out of the car and launches himself on a guy who was walking down the street. Auto beat the crap out of him and got back in the car. Danny sped away while Auto yelled about how the guy looked at him the wrong way as we were passing him in the car.
I was pretty drunk, but still had the presence of mind to demand that Danny let me out of the car immediately. I knew Auto was going to cause more trouble and wanted no part of it.
Danny pulled into the high school parking lot to set me free just as 3 cop cars surrounded us. Somebody had seen what Auto did and called the authorities.
They tossed Auto onto the hood of one of their cars, cuffed him, and took him to jail. A cop came over to me and asked for ID. I was only 16, so he took my cigarettes away and called my mom through his walkie talkie thing. I could hear her yelling at the cop to take me to the station IMMEDIATELY. I was in such deep shit.
When Mom got to the station, she knew right away that I was drunk and demanded that the officer give me a breathalyzer. He refused, telling my mom how cooperative I had been and he issued me a curfew violation.
I got 6 months informal probation for it and haven't ridden in the back of a police car since.
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2 years ago
13 comments:
Does it count if Tank lets you sit in the back of his car?
GB, Imma get in the back of that golf cart for serious. But I don't think it counts.
Boones Farm is for 16 year olds. It's a headache in a bottle.
I'm gald you are back!
HEY HEY Welcome back chica!!! Yeah that stuffs all sugar.
My people really know how to roll. Don't f with us.
Bt dubs, I'm so excited that you're back here. :)
I love Boones.
And there's something sad to me about your Mom wanting you to get a breathalyzer and the cop refusing :-/
boones farm. strawberry hill. oh, yes! good stuff for every 16 year old.
Del-V, I'd still rock the Boones farm if I could remember to brag it at the ghetto store.
Bittersweet, That is exactly why it's DELICIOUS.
Catherinette, I've always had a fondness for your people. BT dubs, I'm excited too.
TC, Here's why she wanted them to breathalyze me. The guy I was with- Danny- she knew he was buying liquor for me and wanted HIM to get in trouble for it. Instead, he got nothing. Even though he was an accessory to a crime & had a wasted 16 year old with him. Hmmm. So it wasn't to get ME in trouble at all.
Me, I couldn't agree more.
Del-V, I totally meant to type "grab" there, but I think I might have just coined a catch phrase with the whole "brag" thing. See, it means - Imma get summa that. Yeah!
Hey - I just realized you are back! Welcome back! I'll add you back to my blog roll!!
Um...holy jeebus. I was such a good kid in high school. That might be because we didn't have any Mexican gangs though. Bummer.
Carmen, Thanks!
Mindy, It wasn't just the Mexican gangs that made me a bad girl. It was sheer determination.
"Man, I really wanna brag that ass."
Yeah, that kinda works.
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