Short Story

I looked at him confused, “How can that be? I was pulled over a few months ago for expired tags and was told that if I get it all straightened out it would be okay.” The officer stared back at me just as confused, “Oh. Well after getting your license updated you should have gone to the court and let them know.” “Really?” “Yup. But I’ll let you know now that I’m smelling copious amounts of cannabis coming from your car. And your eyes are all red and bloodshot. Where are you all coming from?” This would have been one of those moments in a sitcom where the actor breaks the fourth wall and looks into the camera. I was dumbfounded, flabbergasted, and downright pissed the fuck off. It’s true that I do enjoy smoking marijuana, but we hadn’t …show more content…

Is there anything you wanna tell me?” I mulled my tongue around in my mouth, contemplating how to handle the situation—and that’s the thing isn’t it? We’re not taught, as civilians, how to deal with the police. It’s all hearsay at best and most of what I had been hearing was not good. “There is weed in the car,” I told him. When backup came I was the first one out the car. I was thankful that it was still warm out because the shorts and oversized t-shirt that read, “Don’t Disrespect the Universe” (more irony) was the only thing I was wearing. As Officer Dail shackled the cold stainless steel handcuffs on my wrist, I felt the cold, or maybe it was the sharp metal edges, cut into my skin. Fun fact: Handcuffs don’t clink or clack like they do in the movies. They’re also not as flexible. Backup came and helped take Valerie and Paris out the car. By then there were three cop cars in the neighborhood by then and I’m sure some of the neighbors must have been peeking through canary yellow curtains to see what the commotion was in their small suburbia hideaway. While leaning on the front bumper of Officer Dail’s issued patrol car (I get a small sense of satisfaction whenever I mention it wasn’t his car) he approached me with my cell phone in hand and asked who he could call. I hesitated then said my mom. After unlocking the phone for him and dialing “Martha Wayne” Officer Dail walked away,