Here We Go Again
So, I'm minding my own business yesterday evening just painting when the phone rings and I answer it. I've been wondering when the next bomb will drop with Son and here it comes. It's Detective So&So from the police department. He says Son is a witness in a robbery at a Jiffy Mart and he'd like to talk to him and get a description of the robber. He says the kid robbed was with Son and that they had stopped for a pack of cigarettes and as Son's friend came out a guy came up behind him and took his money. Detective WhatHisName says he doesn't think Son wants to be involved, but they need a description, do I know how to get hold of him. I give him some numbers and he says he'll call back if he gets hold of him. About 30 minutes late he calls back and says Son is on the way home and to bring him down to the station, he is not a suspect, they just want a statement.
I don't even know where the station is and have to ask. We get down there and it is pitch black and I have to ask a policeman how to go in since the station looks dark. In we go and we're greeted by the detective and Captain. They turn on a video recorder and begin asking questions. As the story comes out, the kid didn't get held up at the store at all, he gets robbed twice at a park and Son took him there to buy an ounce of marijuana. Son's friend goes around asking if anyone has any for sale. They all start back to Son's car and a guy comes up to them and asks who’s got the money. They all say none of them do. The robber has a gun and says, "You guys think I'm not serious?" and puts a clip in the gun and tells the others with him to pat them down. Son's friend has over a hundred and he gives the robber $10 and the robber says that's not enough so Friend gives him $20 more and Robber leaves not taking the other $100 and how stupid is that?
So they're all in the car and another guy comes up and tells Friend this is a jack, to give him his watch which he does. Friend got robbed twice. They drove to someone else's house and then here. Son never said a word about being robbed. He says he's taking Friend home, but Friend still wants marijuana so Son tells him he knows where he can get it and they call the dealer from here. They go buy an ounce. Friend wants to leave it in Son's car and Son says ok and takes Friend home. Son smokes half a joint, then gets scared and throws it out into some people’s yard.
The police are going back and forth between Friend and Son and saying Friend and Son's story don't match. They ask who the dealer is and Son says he won't tell, that it doesn't have anything to do with the robbery. The police are getting mad and tell him that if he doesn't they'll throw the book at him and do everything the D.A. will allow to get the dealer. He won't tell. He tells me that he's afraid if he tells he'll get shot, that the suppliers will come after him and that the guy they bought the marijuana off of is a friend and he won't get him in trouble. The police tell him that buying an ounce is a felony and what he did and the guy who sold it did was illegal. Son's story sounds stupid and like he's lying and the police don't hide the fact they know this. They're getting disgusted.
They start yelling at Friend in the next room. Detective What'sHisName comes in with a recorder and has Son tell the story from top to bottom and asks if the guy they bought the drug from names is __________. Son says yes. They ask exactly where he threw the marijuana and did he pour it as he threw it or if he threw it bag and all. They asked if he'd be a witness and then let us go. They asked me if I knew he used drugs and I told them yes, that we'd had him put into drug counseling, but he'd refused to go.
The detective asks if the guys who robbed Friend are from the projects and what their street names are and I'm sitting there feeling like I'm in the Twilight Zone or on the show "Cops" because I know nothing about this kinds of stuff. I heard more and learned more than I ever wanted to know.
It was not a pleasant experience and I don't think it's over. They supposedly charged Friend with a felony and when Son came home he called the guy they bought the drug from and told him what had happened and that the police knew who he was. It made me tired and stressed.
More Later.
So, I'm minding my own business yesterday evening just painting when the phone rings and I answer it. I've been wondering when the next bomb will drop with Son and here it comes. It's Detective So&So from the police department. He says Son is a witness in a robbery at a Jiffy Mart and he'd like to talk to him and get a description of the robber. He says the kid robbed was with Son and that they had stopped for a pack of cigarettes and as Son's friend came out a guy came up behind him and took his money. Detective WhatHisName says he doesn't think Son wants to be involved, but they need a description, do I know how to get hold of him. I give him some numbers and he says he'll call back if he gets hold of him. About 30 minutes late he calls back and says Son is on the way home and to bring him down to the station, he is not a suspect, they just want a statement.
I don't even know where the station is and have to ask. We get down there and it is pitch black and I have to ask a policeman how to go in since the station looks dark. In we go and we're greeted by the detective and Captain. They turn on a video recorder and begin asking questions. As the story comes out, the kid didn't get held up at the store at all, he gets robbed twice at a park and Son took him there to buy an ounce of marijuana. Son's friend goes around asking if anyone has any for sale. They all start back to Son's car and a guy comes up to them and asks who’s got the money. They all say none of them do. The robber has a gun and says, "You guys think I'm not serious?" and puts a clip in the gun and tells the others with him to pat them down. Son's friend has over a hundred and he gives the robber $10 and the robber says that's not enough so Friend gives him $20 more and Robber leaves not taking the other $100 and how stupid is that?
So they're all in the car and another guy comes up and tells Friend this is a jack, to give him his watch which he does. Friend got robbed twice. They drove to someone else's house and then here. Son never said a word about being robbed. He says he's taking Friend home, but Friend still wants marijuana so Son tells him he knows where he can get it and they call the dealer from here. They go buy an ounce. Friend wants to leave it in Son's car and Son says ok and takes Friend home. Son smokes half a joint, then gets scared and throws it out into some people’s yard.
The police are going back and forth between Friend and Son and saying Friend and Son's story don't match. They ask who the dealer is and Son says he won't tell, that it doesn't have anything to do with the robbery. The police are getting mad and tell him that if he doesn't they'll throw the book at him and do everything the D.A. will allow to get the dealer. He won't tell. He tells me that he's afraid if he tells he'll get shot, that the suppliers will come after him and that the guy they bought the marijuana off of is a friend and he won't get him in trouble. The police tell him that buying an ounce is a felony and what he did and the guy who sold it did was illegal. Son's story sounds stupid and like he's lying and the police don't hide the fact they know this. They're getting disgusted.
They start yelling at Friend in the next room. Detective What'sHisName comes in with a recorder and has Son tell the story from top to bottom and asks if the guy they bought the drug from names is __________. Son says yes. They ask exactly where he threw the marijuana and did he pour it as he threw it or if he threw it bag and all. They asked if he'd be a witness and then let us go. They asked me if I knew he used drugs and I told them yes, that we'd had him put into drug counseling, but he'd refused to go.
The detective asks if the guys who robbed Friend are from the projects and what their street names are and I'm sitting there feeling like I'm in the Twilight Zone or on the show "Cops" because I know nothing about this kinds of stuff. I heard more and learned more than I ever wanted to know.
It was not a pleasant experience and I don't think it's over. They supposedly charged Friend with a felony and when Son came home he called the guy they bought the drug from and told him what had happened and that the police knew who he was. It made me tired and stressed.
More Later.
posted by Mines Broken @ Saturday, April 10, 2004
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