perplexed clutter
4:20 2/3/1-0
Felt so good To sleep. from like 6 am to 3pm. It’s been so long since I slept I wasn’t sure If I was awake or asleep. Last night was so fucked up. After 12 hours driving through Texas I say… “Wow dad I haven’t seen one cop today.” 30 minutes later I turn around and were being pulled over. This cop didn’t “like” the way the chains from our trailer hitch were, he said they needed to be “crossed”. so after he questions my dad and I ruthlessly he says he’s looking for NARCOTICS. What?!? So 2 more cops show up as were pulled over on I 20 near the hood but only 20 minutes from our destination, in 30 degree’s. The dogs didn’t find shit but the cop lied and said it did. The fucking dog didn’t bark, didn’t do anything there was no way. So before even looking in our car they made us get in the cop car and go to the police station. There, outside in the cold from 630 to 1130 we sat in cuffs as they threw EVERY FUCKING THING in my car and trailer (that took us a week to pack perfectly) in the dirt. broke my candles and a lot of other shit, and tore apart the whole interior in my van. ripped out the air vents, tore up fucking everything. EVEN THE BOTTOM OF THE CAR. Threatened us for hours to confess to having narcotics and pounds of weed that we obviously didn’t have. They all just were throwing our shit and laughing telling me they were going to take my dad to jail so I better find somewhere to stay and someone to pick up the car from impound. I was almost traumatized. Then they said Ok, here pick up all your things and get out of here. I COULD HAVE KNOCKED THE FUCKER SILLY but no way I was going to a Texas jail. my fucking god. So now were here in Dallas at some guys house and were going out to dinner in a minute. We’ll leave in two days and I need to do a lot more apartment research on here. Zoey will be flying in week I’m so excited about it/ Mardi Gras wehweeuhwiuehweiuh : ))))
stuuuuuuuupid fucks. i wanna punch them just reading this shit
