The First Time I Got Arrested
The first time I got arrested
It all started one warm summer night in Lynn, Massachusetts back in good old 1998. I had just almost passed my sophomore year in high school falling one credit shy. I was going to summer school for fifteen minutes every Friday morning and this is how my day started out.
It was like any other Friday going to school to hand in some assignment and going back home to sleep for a few more hours but this day was different. My friend Sean called me up just as I got home and asked me if I wanted to start on some drinking. It being nine in the morning dawned on me for a moment but I quickly remembered that the early bird gets the worm so I started the drive over. When I got to my destination I was met with a luke warm corona and a cup of seven dollar a gallon whiskey. I set the whiskey down and figured I hold of on that until noon and started on the coronas.
Time had flown by as the hours were drowned in coronas, cheap whiskey and blunt after mind numbing blunt. It was now about six in the after noon when I had the choice between two friends and two very different outcomes for the night. Throughout the day we had been drinking and smoking our way down to the beach and had met up with a couple of friends. One was Ian who was going back to his house where his parents were buying delicious roast beef sandwiches and Kimball who had a car and Pappy who had a large bag of pills that surly had big red warnings on there bottles not to enjoy with alcohol. Well we decided on the later and went with Pappy and Kimball. As we got into Kimball’s dilapidated 1980’s crown Vick station wagon, a car that could not make it up most of the steeper hills in the city I started to get a funny feeling in my stomach. I quickly remedied that with a handful from the bag o’ pills and we were off. The first stop was to pick up a few girls who Kimball had said wanted to ride, in reality they just wanted a ride we would find out later. When we picked up the girls I don’t
It all started one warm summer night in Lynn, Massachusetts back in good old 1998. I had just almost passed my sophomore year in high school falling one credit shy. I was going to summer school for fifteen minutes every Friday morning and this is how my day started out.
It was like any other Friday going to school to hand in some assignment and going back home to sleep for a few more hours but this day was different. My friend Sean called me up just as I got home and asked me if I wanted to start on some drinking. It being nine in the morning dawned on me for a moment but I quickly remembered that the early bird gets the worm so I started the drive over. When I got to my destination I was met with a luke warm corona and a cup of seven dollar a gallon whiskey. I set the whiskey down and figured I hold of on that until noon and started on the coronas.
Time had flown by as the hours were drowned in coronas, cheap whiskey and blunt after mind numbing blunt. It was now about six in the after noon when I had the choice between two friends and two very different outcomes for the night. Throughout the day we had been drinking and smoking our way down to the beach and had met up with a couple of friends. One was Ian who was going back to his house where his parents were buying delicious roast beef sandwiches and Kimball who had a car and Pappy who had a large bag of pills that surly had big red warnings on there bottles not to enjoy with alcohol. Well we decided on the later and went with Pappy and Kimball. As we got into Kimball’s dilapidated 1980’s crown Vick station wagon, a car that could not make it up most of the steeper hills in the city I started to get a funny feeling in my stomach. I quickly remedied that with a handful from the bag o’ pills and we were off. The first stop was to pick up a few girls who Kimball had said wanted to ride, in reality they just wanted a ride we would find out later. When we picked up the girls I don’t