I don't go on NG much anymore, but I thought, hey this true story of my life might be funny to those with no compassion in their hearts.
So. Funny story of my life.
I just got out of jail yesterday. ( I didn't mean to type this much honestly, but it's probably a nice little read. idk.....):
TL;DR: I went to jail, realized a lot about life, almost got my family separated, my brother/best friend in the world is kidnapped for the next 2 months. Might go back to jail during court in April, in the lowest part of my life. Have nothing going for me. Might commit suicide. lol jk...about the suicide only..........maybe not....idk..what is reality.
I went to a party 6 days ago with my brother, I told him I was gonna try to score with this one chick. So we party. I get too drunk(always happens I hate alchohol) PUKE. Pass out for 30 minutes. Wake up, my brothers making out with both chicks at this little party thing. and I'm just sitting there watching them, still feeling sick as fuck, but realizing that everything in life is just stupid and superficial. After about 10 minutes I couldn't take it and I just walked home. One of the worst nights of my life.
So I go home. and wake up to one of the worst DAYS of my life.
I wake up to a police raid in my house. I don't know why, but I don't even have pants on and this cop is telling to get out of my room before I even get out of bed, I get up and put pants on anyways.
I'm kinda panicking.
Because you know why.
I had marijuana and mushrooms in my room. Funny thing too, literally the DAY before this I ordered 265$ worth of laughing gas because it's fun and harmless. Got confiscated. Lost 265$ and about 100$ of CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE.
So I got arrested. And it's pretty much my brothers fault for getting black out drunk and causing one of those girls to call the cops on him. Funny thing, that girl sent me a letter saying "sorry! Please still be cool with me"
Fuck no bitch. Just ruined my life.
So the police raid search goes on for about 2 hours, and my whole family (I'm oldest of 7 kids) is sitting in the living room while more and more cops come in our house and tear everything up. Probably about 12. All around 6 feet tall and buff too.
And we are really poor, 9 people in a 3 bedroom cockroach riddeen apartment with dishes stacked in the sink and laundry all over the floor.
So these cops I'll call bandits start taking pictures all around our house. Yeah...
So yeah, I went to jail everybody. and I'll tell you what. You don't know what it means to live until you've been to jail. Seriously, you have no idea. Don't even think for a fucking SECOND that you do. Because you don't.
Everyone takes freedom for granted wether they want to or not, and they don't even realize it.
Not me though. NOT me.
sorry if I'm sounding pissed off. I'm at the lowest part of my life right now, and I guess this is helping me vent.
So when you go to jail, the bandits jail you for 3 days till you go to court, otherwise they realease you and you get a court date.
BUT HEY! the weekends don't count. So I had to stay for fucking 5 days.
Jail itself wasn't all that bad, I made the best of it. It's just that I lost 5 days of my life, had this whole ordeal, missed out on work, missed out on college, and might have to drop out.
Actually jail was pretty alright for me. you get ONE shitty ass bendy pen, but luckily I met this guy that rigged his pen with T-shirt thread to be more sturdy. Everytime a guard came in though I had to hide it. It was Contraband.
There's nothing to do in jail. So I just drew, alot.
What's funny was when I got home, my mom was worried cuz' I'm pretty short and small, and could easily be beaten the fuck up. So she asked me if I got beat up hugging me and crying.
and I was like, "heck no mom, I was the life of that jail pod. I was drawing caricatures of everybody, I drew up an awesome board game that everyone loved, and I even invented a pillow that was better than everyone elses"
(you don't get a pillow in jail, just a nasty plastic cushion to lay down on)
Seriously though, the board game I made up was awesome. I might send it to Hasbro. It's fucking great.
Ohey, if anyone ever needs dice but don't have any. Get some toilet paper get it wet, shape it a cube. Let it dry. That's some jail dice for yah' CONTRABAND. Had to hide the dice everytime a guard came in.
I wasn't sure, but I think my board game was contraband too.
you're not allowed to have fun in jail. but we did anyways. Fuck the police.
I met some really cool guys in there. you know that saying, don't talk to guys you meet in jail in the real world.
I just got some new best friends.
What's funny was. I'm in jail right. Playing a little cartoony board game with some guys. talking about magic and pokemon, and getting high as fuck on drugs.
There was actually this supergigantic buff mexican guy with a biggg jaw and mutton chops. Couldn't speak English. Really intimidating.
He was a cool guy though, I drew a caricature of him, and I inspired him to draw some cartoon stuff instead of just tattoo art. Haha
I bet it was hella odd to everyone else in there, this little 15 year old lookin' 21 year old comes into jail for a couple days, and fuckin' makes a board game and draws everybody there.
and draws some nekkid ladies too. WOOT WOOT.
WHAT"S REALLY AWESOME OF WHAT I DID IN JAIL
was I mastered LUCID DREAMING. That's right bitcthes. I did it. What. What.
I can now control my dreams all the time, and I know I'm in a dream.
But what's funner than controlling the dream, is just rolling with the dream, it's HELLA trippy. and I mean HELLLA FUCKIN TRIPPY. Because your SUBconcsious is making up what's happening in the dream. NOT YOU. so you can kinda just stand back and be like. Woah. What the fuck. HAHA
Ok so I get out of jail, have a 30 minute walk home.
Get home and expect to see my brother and everyone there. but nope. My brother got arrested too awhile after me and he's in Juve for the next 2 months.
My brother is my best friend in the world. so I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do. ):
To top it of my mom tells me after I left it all got a lot worse. The cops notified CPS and my mom and two brothers had to clean the entire house in 5 hours. Otherwise my mom would've lost all her kids. And that's all she has. We don't have much.
and while me and my brother were in jail we missed our sisters baby shower for her newborn. I feel really bad. Fuckin' tearing up right now. And in the middle of starbucks because I'm too poor for internet.
I'll probably get probation and drug court for the next 2 years. but I have no idea till' I go to court.
and I have to pay for a lawyer, so there goes ALL my college money. Fuck my life.
But hey. I'm gonna get back into drawing again because I don't have my best friend with me anymore. So. hurray right.