Monday, June 19, 2006

My warrant

I want all of you to keep in mind, I was only eighteen...

I used to have a boyfriend Lowell, who was very charismatic and handsome (not as handsome as my man now. Oh, how I love that man of mine. That's another story). Any way, Lowell had a group of friends that would follow him everywhere he went (if they could find him). He came over to my house on his motorcycle, and of course, eventually his clan followed. All were drunk and feelin' a little rowdy. (I wasn't). Yeah! What fun.

There were 8 motorcycles parked in my front yard. Suddenly, a fight breaks out. It is Lowell's brother and one of his buddies. Oh how they loved to fight when they were drunk. Weeee. How stupid was I when I was younger...

The neighbors called the police. I guess when the cops heard there were 8 bikers, they came in full force. There were 5 cop cars and then came another. The last cop get out of his car in full riot gear. He had his helmut on and his shotgun in his hand. My little dog Cocoa, half Chihuahua and half rat terrier was petrified. She started barking at him. The cop points his gun at my baby and said, "You had better shut that dog up, or I'll shoot it". (The fucktard! Great word!) So I respond, " You better ya pussy or she may bike your leg off!"

That son of a bitch grabbed me, swung me around on to the hood of his car head first and handcuffed me!!! I about pooped my panties. I had never really been in trouble before and was totally caught off guard. Lowell pipes in and yells not to arrest his girlfriend and he was cuffed too.

We went to jail together. Oh, how romantical. We were in the holding cage together smooching and laughing, having a good time. The clerks were asking us our names, ages, and so on and so forth. They asked, "Okay, the big question. Are you married?" Hell no or we would be fightin' instead of smoochin'. My mom came and bailed both of us out. She didn't mind at all. She loved Lowell. (Hmmm, how messed up is that?)

I was arrested for obstruction of justice. Whatever... There was a court date and a $50 fine attached. Whoops! I missed it. Later, of course they caught up with me.

5 comments:

fineartist said...

Sh*t Becky ann, I had forgotten how funny that story was.

Poor little Cocoa mocco, mean old over dressed bully cop.

I miss Lowell, so does Mike, and I know, you do too.

(Thanks for the e-card crazy lady, love ya more than dancing, Lori)

fineartist said...

Hey Boop, yah I wanted to put Boobs, but I didn't. Cheryl posted an audio post on June 22! How cool is that?

mooy, mooy

pearl said...

thanks for telling that story. ive been wanting to hear it since your last post...and its about darn time you updated, lol....


i used to have a dachshund that was mean like that. she would bite someone in a heart beat, and my pit bull is nothing but a big baby...hmmmm, seems like they have their reputations mixed, lol...

zilla said...

Stories that begin with "I was only 18" are going tobe pretty good stories,but this one takes the cake, Beck-a-licious!" That's your new name. Keep laughin', girl. Keep making us laugh!

Holly said...

I think the cop was trying to impress you with his mannish array of weaponry and...stuff. He was probably hoping you would offer oral sex in exchange for getting out of trouble. That's what I do. You'd be surprised how far a little sucky-sucky can go to keep you outta the hooscal. "Hey officer, is that your nightstick or are you just happy to see me?" "What? Polish you knob and you'll let me go? Sure!!" Ahhh, I'm just kiddin'. If a cop ever put his penis in my mouth, I'd bite it off! Just like my Grandma taught me!

love ya,
hoo