Oh son of a bitch. So, I get dropped off at home from the Hole. It's about 1:15 a.m. in FUCKING FOREST CITY, NORTH FUCKING CAROLINA. I go into the fucking house. Yes, this is going to be filled with profanity, because the cops here are fucking bored and a bunch of fascists. So, I get dropped off, and at home. I remember I need money and the ATM is A BLOCK away. A fucking BLOCK away. From my FUCKING HOUSE. I get my jacket on and head out to the ATM which is, I REPEAT, A FUCKING BLOCK AWAY. I see TWO GIANT SUVS race down the street and two squad cars ignore them and drive the other way. I'm sorta aggravated that these two fucking hillbilly, redneck, backwater, inbred, corrupt, good ole boy, fuck me in the butt cops just ignore them and drive away and express it in an animated way. I am not overly intoxicated, I'm walking perfectly well, on the sidewalk and I get to the ATM, get my money and start to head home.
I see two other squad cars parked on the corner, from the street I was walking home on, and I get pissed that they are just sitting there and didn't do whatever fucking cops should do instead of just sitting there like idiots. It's a town of 7,000 and they don't go chase the two speeding SUVs down my street. I'm am again, animated in my dismay, but I head home.
I'm am... 30 FEET from my front door, and a squad car pulls me over. Actually, it just puts on its lights and flags me down on the FUCKING SIDEWALK, repeat 30 FUCKING GODDAMN FEET FROM MY HOUSE. It's officer Lance Lyle of the Fucking Forest City PD. A cop who use to some into the Mill more than he should, flirted with the bartender, and according to Brianna, pulls young girls over to ask them out. He knows me. And he says in the 5 minutes it took me to walk to the ATM and walk back, there was a goddamn call that there was a suspicious person in the area. Lance apologizes and says hey to me. Says he has to search my jacket for weapons. I'm am about two inches from being REALLY, really ACLU pissed. I am three inches from being mouthy. So I let FUCKING LYLE take my jacket to pat it down, and two other squad cars show up. A county car and another fucking forest city cop.
There was nobody who called in. They were the cops sitting on the corner and decided to hassle me. I am in shorts, and a t-shirt and clearly a girly girly and they decide they fucking wanted to bugger me instead of the two SPEEDING FUCKING HILLBILLY SUVS going down my street two minutes beore.
WTF. Good goddamn it, if I had more of a nasty personality, I shoulda did something to make them arrest me so I could sue this fucking once horse town down to its skivvies. I think the jacket search was probably illegal since there was no probable cause. I did nothing illegal. I wasn't in the street, I wasn't doing ANYTHING but walking home.
WTF. WTF. Six more months folks. What the fuck? Are you guys just fucking bored or what? You hang out in bars, hassle folks and get paid for it. Get real jobs. Yes. I am pissed and I have an ACLU membership and nothing else to do but fuck up a cop's career.
FUME!!!
I HATE THIS FUCKING PLACE!!! HOLY GODDAMN THIS PLACE IS A PIECE OF CRAP. I really have to thank Darryl because if I would have been with him, his fucking ole ass is stuck and rooted here, and I would have had to wilt and die in this hell hole.
In Wichita, I can walk to McDonalds, a BLOCK away from my house at 3 a.m. Cops are actually preoccupied with CRIME instead of fucking idle masturbation. Lord, you would not even believe how fucking pissed and agog I am right now about the fucked up place I live in. Remember when I said I'm holding none of the bitterness and hatred back? OH FUCK THIS PLACE.