Most likely early '97, was arrested by SFPD after high school police and security found two of us attempting to blend in with a jogging physical education class but we had no uniforms.
Cutting school or suspicion of smoking cannabis were the reasons to take us back to the school office. Because I admitted that the two of us had smoked cannabis, the other guy was further punished on his probation or whatever since I had 'told' on him by saying we were smoking when asked a series of questions. In retrospect what were we supposed to say were were doing?
After keeping me handcuffed to a stool for hours, maybe that was the time for tagging writing on one of the staircases with a marker sitting outside of class by myself being high inside of sitting inside listening to the teacher lecture.
The one security guard was focused on finding something on me. I was told to get up and sit down, repeatedly, many many times over hours. Eventually this security guard lifts up my shirt, again, to reveal a tiny corner of a ziploc bag. Which he retrieved from outside the waistband technically, with a little plastic pull tab taking the sack of cannabis from inside my underwear.
Then I was arrested for suspicion of distribution or whatever it is called. I was 12 or just turned 13 at the time.
I don't know if both of these count but I guess I was arrested for tagging, one 3"x7" little bubble tag thing, and again for cannabis, in the same year at school?
And then in August 2009 I asked a Stanford police officer in person for directions back to I-80 or Richmond, after taking a buddy to a night club where an Emergency Room nurse I knew from Kaiser Richmond was DJing that night. It was my birthday and I remember that I had not had a drink for about six months that night. That is not the last time I drank alcohol but it is a lesson, a religious spiritual exercise, more of a lesson to me in logistics, doing it for myself more than anyone else. But the thing is I asked him for directions, and then I voluntarily passed all of his sobriety tests, then the breath thing said 0.09. Hours later the blood test also said 0.09. If I knew better to drive right by, or refuse the test, stand firm with my rights, maybe I would not have spent a night in their drunk tank and maybe some lawyer would not ask me for thousands of dollars just to show up late wearing a hood and raincoat like those fraternity jackets. Total f'ing bulls!#% cases pardon my fr. The police actually locked me and hit me up for money, while all they do is hit you up for application money, and the most rich kids party in their little village...
A different police officer, the school and juvenile detention 'in charge' police, a different one from the high school security cop force, shows me the inside of juvenile detention just to do it, before any charge or whatever.
Sitting in the office with the cop and another peer, another ninth grader, who he has brought in to accuse me of selling him cannabis. I said to the guy right in front of the cop I did not sell you this weed what color is it does it have seeds. And this guy, he made up a story that he bought a bag from me when he got it somewhere else. I may have sold a grand total of one ten dollar half gram bud wrapped inside a yellow juicy fruit paper in homeroom before first period of high school at that point. Apparently that is enough to have people making up stories to have you arrested for distribution.
We chunked em by the bleachers twice for snitching on me around the time cell phone cameras starting becoming popular. Then his friend wanted some so we chunked em too then had a smokeout after. Then after some JROTC guy wanted to step in but I had to recline that one, four bouts four days on the bleachers two blocks down the hill from school at lunch is a little much for one 1/8th ounce of seeded cannabis. What sucks is that scene kind of sums of where cannabis has been placed in the market with outlaws and drugs. It's more depressing and sad not impressive at all, that a thief can kill someone for free if they are desperate enough, the cost of danger to yourself is actually free. That is before legalization, before decriminalization, before taxes, before open storefront dispensaries.
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