Haha. This is my first time coming across this. Figured I'd answer some questions. * "resisting arrest W/ Violence" wasn't my original charge, but because of poor handwriting on my booking papers "w/o violence" became "w/ violence". It was corrected by my first court date. The news of course, didn't care to update that.
*I wasn't hanging out with 40 year olds. I was hanging out with Tabitha and Samantha Ryan. Me and a couple other friends had been coming over regularly to help repaint the apartment and make it look nice for an upcoming inspection. I finished school a year early so I was able to spend the final day before the inspection finishing up the walls in the kitchen while Sam and Tabby were at school.
*all three police officers who entered the property had conflicting statements. It turns out, the person "pouring an unknown substance down a drain" was that Vona guy. No idea who he was, he was weird as fuck though. Before the raid happened, I walked outside to take out garbage to the dumpster on my way to the bus stop to go to a job interview in Lakeland. I was met outside the back door by two police officers with their guns drawn on me. I had no idea why, I complied with all their demands, but even so was still thrown face first with my hands behind my back against the concrete stairs, at which point I reserved my right to remain silent and to have an attorney present.
*i had been there helping out around the house with Sam and tabby for two to three weeks. For all but the last couple of days I was there, I was 17, a minor. I didn't use methamphetamines, and my father never got me hooked on them when I visited him. I left Illinois where my dad lives earlier than planned because I didn't want to be around it. So it's true my dad used it then, but I didn't.
Also, I'd like to mention that I was railroaded by the courts despite my obvious lack of involvement or knowledge of what was going on in the house. I never went into the prints bedroom, and I didn't associate with them much either. They kept their business away from me and the other kids in the house. I just happened to be there when the raid happened. In the reports I was listed as having been searched with "negative results" having on me only a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I was charged based on items that were assumed to be within my vicinity, I.e. The parents bedroom on the other side of the house. I fought my case for a year and a half on pre trial release getting drug tested for the whole time I was on it. Fearing that I was going to be facing prison time for crimes I never committed, I agreed to a year probation and guilty to the misdemeanor charges. Neither the state attorney nor the police who arrested me beloved I was guilty, and vouch dengue my character Abe innocence. I'm just a guy that's happy to help anyone who needs help, to my own detriment.
I'm well aware that you may not care what really happened. Nonetheless, The truth is as it is. I was picked up in a raid at my friend's house. I didn't want to know what their parents were up to, I didn't consider it my business. I learned a lesson about being careful with whom i could possibly be associated with.
Oh, and Bibbly Saggit is a saint who comes to me in my dreams when I pass out from huffing ether. Bibbly Saggit is the six titted crow God. He lactates freedom and fuck you.
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* "resisting arrest W/ Violence" wasn't my original charge, but because of poor handwriting on my booking papers "w/o violence" became "w/ violence". It was corrected by my first court date. The news of course, didn't care to update that.
*I wasn't hanging out with 40 year olds. I was hanging out with Tabitha and Samantha Ryan. Me and a couple other friends had been coming over regularly to help repaint the apartment and make it look nice for an upcoming inspection. I finished school a year early so I was able to spend the final day before the inspection finishing up the walls in the kitchen while Sam and Tabby were at school.
*all three police officers who entered the property had conflicting statements. It turns out, the person "pouring an unknown substance down a drain" was that Vona guy. No idea who he was, he was weird as fuck though. Before the raid happened, I walked outside to take out garbage to the dumpster on my way to the bus stop to go to a job interview in Lakeland. I was met outside the back door by two police officers with their guns drawn on me. I had no idea why, I complied with all their demands, but even so was still thrown face first with my hands behind my back against the concrete stairs, at which point I reserved my right to remain silent and to have an attorney present.
*i had been there helping out around the house with Sam and tabby for two to three weeks. For all but the last couple of days I was there, I was 17, a minor. I didn't use methamphetamines, and my father never got me hooked on them when I visited him. I left Illinois where my dad lives earlier than planned because I didn't want to be around it. So it's true my dad used it then, but I didn't.
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Nice try snitch.
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Ed again?
tell donald trump i said suck my dick
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Nonetheless, The truth is as it is. I was picked up in a raid at my friend's house. I didn't want to know what their parents were up to, I didn't consider it my business. I learned a lesson about being careful with whom i could possibly be associated with.
Oh, and Bibbly Saggit is a saint who comes to me in my dreams when I pass out from huffing ether.
Bibbly Saggit is the six titted crow God. He lactates freedom and fuck you.