Thug Life

I've been in trouble with the Law a few times in my life.

The first time I remember being in such a large amount of trouble that the Police needed to get involve was when I was about 12 years old.

I lived in the North end part of my city(Basically, the really shitty area of town) and we had a 2 floor house. My room had a window that was above the roof of the kitchen on the first floor. Like you see in the movies all the time. Well, one night in Summer my younger Brother Jason and I were sitting out on the roof and for some reason we had an idea to start running around on the roof.

One nice thing about the Roof is that it connected to the Roofs of our Neighbors.  So, ya, my Brother and I started running around our Neighborhood via the Roofs. It didn't take long for the Police to be called. We saw the Cop car coming and we quickly ran back to our house. There was a tree on the other side of the roof from my Window. I managed to get to that point while Jason dove into my Window and shut off my room's light, ran to his bed, and pretended to sleep.

I'm stuck behind the tree waiting for my moment to run. The Cops are searching around my house with flash lights and I thought I had an opportunity, I ran for it but got caught. The Cops told me to come down and whatnot. I did and they went to the Door, rang the doorbell and promptly waited for my Mom to come to the door. She answered it and the Cops told her what I was up to. She did a smile and said I'd be grounded, and what not. After the Cops left, she took me to my room and smacked the shit out of me, not because I was causing trouble but because I was risking my life by running on slippery roofs at like 2 AM.

Ya, I never went on the roof again after that.

Next up was when we moved to Boston. My brother and I had an idea to start throwing eggs at Cars that went past this park behind our House. We threw alot of eggs and we had no more money to buy more. Naturally instead of being smart and ending it. We decided that.....rocks were the next best thing. Thankfully, we never caused accidents. But people sure did call the cops. All I remember here is, we took a break from it all and I started coughing. I put my head down and coughed away. I look up and BAM. Cop right infront of my face. I look around and my brother is nowhere in sight. He apparently saw the Cop and fucking ran without a word. When the Cop brought me home, he was in our room watching TV trying to act like he never left the house. After the last time he ditched me, I made sure he got punished with me. I told them all that he was with me and just ran off to not get caught.

So, the Cop asks us to come to the Station to talk about pressing Charges. My mom was  horribly pissed off at this point. We drive to the Police Station and, I'm not really sure what happened but the mood during the Car ride there got really light and happy. We get to the station and for 30 minutes,  my mom is discussing the possibility of charges being pressed on Jason and me. Jason and I keep getting asked questions about why we were throwing stuff at cars. We never had a plan before hand, we were in different rooms, and strangely we both had the same story. We told the cops that this big kid came up to us and started saying "Throw these eggs and rocks at cars or I'll beat the living shit out of you". We don't know if the cops bought our story.


 Somehow my mom managed to show such anger that the Cops let us go without any charges. The cop said to me before we left. "We were going to press charges but with how badly you're mother is going to beat you, we didn't think you deserved both". That scared the shit out of me. I was nervous the entire 2 minute walk back to the car but when we got in the car and started driving home. My mom started cracking jokes. She started saying shit like "Next time, don't ditch you're brother, Jason" and other stuff like that. We went for Burgers before we went home.

Was awesome.

Numbero trio.

We're still in the states but shit with my mom and her husband at the time was going terribly and Jason, my mom, and me were moving back to Canada. On what was to be our last day of school. We took all of our friends and just skipped the entire school day. Was our last day, we wanted to hang out. Well, apparently cops really care about skipping school.

It started by us going to the local Mall and just wondering around. This Cop sees us and starts following us. The mall had this decline into a dead end Basement with a single elevator going back to the first floor. We made it to the Elevator and were waiting on it with the cop entail. The Elevator shows up and all of us but my dumbshit brother enter it. He's standing in the middle of the Hallway staring at the cop like he was made of gold. We're screaming at him to get into the elevator. Finally, one of our friends just grabs him and drags him into the Elevator. It was like a movie with how close that cop was to catching us.

After that, we figure the Mall is too hot to hang out so we wandered around town and it was fun. We talked and talked and even ran into the Mother of one of our friends. They were about to get a lecture but then I told them that we're just having a fun day because it's our last day in the Country. His mom was pretty chill and just said to have fun before going on her way.

3:40pm was coming around and we needed to get back to school to get onto the Bus. We were waiting infront of the school for maybe 10 minutes and they called the Cops on us. There was a forest line between the school and the main road. We were sitting on the school side of the forest and happened to see several cop cars go by. We all agreed it was too risky to be there and were on the move to a new spot. Jason decided that he didn't want to be with the group and took off.

Ya, he fucking ditches people alot...

So, it's me and like 5 other people. We all walk out of the forest line on the main road and 3 Cop cars stop movie style, pinning us in. We're thinking "Holy fuck". I get arrested yet again and as I'm being put into the car, I see Jason walking by with a massive fucking smile on his prick face. If I wasn't in handcuffs I'd have ran towards him to punch him in his asshole face.

The cop takes us back to the school and drags us to the Principles office while they call my Mom. While Jason got on the Bus and fucking went back home. Since I'm waiting on my mom to come kick my ass, I tried to defend myself by telling em, "It's my last day in the country, I'm chilling with my friends." That apparently was a bad thing to say. They're very not okay with people leaving the Country suddenly.

Finally, my mom shows up and tells everyone I'm lying my ass off just so I don't get in trouble. The School looked at me like I was brain dead, suspended me, and I got to go home. During the ride back home, my mom just told me that it was a secret because she didn't want to do all the paperwork or something.

When I got home, I punched a wall instead of punching my dumbshit brothers face in. Fucking ditching me yet again.

After that, I stopped doing things with Jason that could get me arrested.

And that's my thug life. Thanks for reading!