Just too Thuggish...

That's what the Flamms are. 8-10 days ago I was bailing my brother out of jail. Last nite, I bailed myself out.

Yes, I was arrested. I had 3 warrants for failure to appear in court from 06 and 07. I knew about 1 of them. I got pulled over for rolling a stop sign and the cop decided he wasn't playing games. He had my car impounded and cuffed me up real tight. My damn wrists are still sore. I was taken to city jail. I had money on me so I posted my bond, because they said I was gonna be transferred to county on that warrant. They had that I only had 1 there. So, I had enough money to post there too, so I wanted to get it over with quickly. Unfortunately, nothing in the government works quickly. I was there from 730 to midnite.

While there the cop that arrested me, was searching me. My shorts were wet from swimming and my underwear I guess got a little bunched up. So, as he's searching me he's like "do you have any drugs hidden in your crotch" I kind of chuckled and said no. Right after he got real serious and he's like "follow me."

I'm like shit, is this dude seriously gonna get pissed off because I'm chuckling. So, he takes me in another room, it was like a closet or some shit, not even by ourselves the door was wide open.

"pull it out and give it to me right now" he says.
"What?! pull what out? I don't have anything"
"Then what did I feel in your crotch?"
"What? I dunno. You want me to strip?"
I immediately start stripping, shoes off shirt off...
"You didn't have to take your shirt off"
Shorts pulled down
"Okay, okay, just shake your underwear out, that's fine"
Shake my soggy, baggy drawers out for him.

I'm like there aint no way in hell I'm getting charged with possession, this guys got me fucked up.

So, he's satisfied. I'm standing there in my undies and socks like it aint nothing.. cuz I had nothin to hide.

So, I get booked and post bond and wait forever for the County police to pick me up. Guy in the cell with me is knocked out cold like he's at home on his bed, I can't sleep. Finally guy comes.

He cuffs us together and we get in the paddy wagon where there are 3 people already waiting. We make another stop then it's to county we go.

Same thing, get searched. Then I find out it's not 1 but 2 warrants for county and I don't have enough money on me to post bond. So, I gotta make some phone calls and get my dad and brother up here with some cash. I was only there for about 2 1/2 hours. I was told I could wait to see the judge at 1 pm, but the place they were holding us was just a damn lobby with chairs. No beds, no where to lay down, even though you could tell the people who were used to it, cuz they were out cold. I post and basically get home at 4 am. $320 gone. Cuz I'm dumb and broke.. all the time.

So, I get up at 9 am and call the impound. THe car was in the impound for 14 hours... $195 and "oh by the way" the lady says, " it's 3 dollars a day if it stays here" I'm thinking, WHAT THE FUCK is the three dollars really a big deal after paying 195$? My car is worth more money per hour than I am. What a fucking joke, especially considering where I got pulled over was 2 blocks from my brothers house and I even asked the cop if he could just come get it. "Company policy says it has to be towed." Bull shit, your cut of the 195$ says it has to be towed u fing piece of shit. The corrections officer even told my dad that they can let someone come pick it up , "they're just assholes."

So, my mom is all upset and come to find out when my brother called to tell her, an hour before that she had just been in a car accident and was T-boned. Unfortunately, though her boyfriend had no insurance on his car and so, they may not get anything from the guy that hit her. It's been a bad week and a half for the Flamms.

I wasn't upset at all during the nite. The only thing that really upset me was the money lost from this shit. Luckily I had some extra this check but at the same time it's like, damn I finally have some extra money and POOF be gone. The whole time I'm just like, well knew it was gonna happen. I'm just glad I didn't have to miss work and explain the situation to my boss. that would've sucked.

Mark it down as another experience in life. I always knew I'd be arrested some day. I can take that one out of the bucket list now. I even got to ride in a paddy wagon and eat some nasty ass bologna sandwiches.

Hard time man. I wrote down some rhymes. Started a book. My baby mamma is pregnant... again. I found Jesus, then Islam. I no longer go by my slave name, my new name is Muhammad Josiah Jehovah Jihad. Like my new tattoo?