I never thought I’d see the day where the ones I trust betray me so hard. Betrayal is the reason why I’m writing this in a jail cell, couped up in a cage for 23 hours with nothing to do but write about wherever my mind takes me. When I get out, I’ll have my eyes set on revenge, the way my “buddy” did me was so dirty death is merely a justifiable pursuit of vengeance.
Approximately one year ago I was chilling with one of my friends, we were in his car driving around. However, my friend was driving, and he was swerving around pretty recklessly; he was under the influence. I didn’t pay any mind to his driving because it didn’t seem like a big deal to me, but a cop car was behind us and before I could even say anything the car had its sirens on telling us to pull over. I was obviously scared because I knew the driver would most likely get a DUI, but I assumed that was the worst case scenario. We pulled over and out came a chubby white man who looked to be in his early 50’s strutting over to us. I told my friend to be cool and that I’ll do all the talking. But, that’s not exactly what happened.
When the officer reached the car, he said: “well that was quite some reckless driving that you’re doing there buddy, are you under the influence?” I was about to respond for him by saying no but before I could, my friend had already started his explanation. The only problem was that he was slurring his words so much the officer could barely understand a thing. My friend’s explanation went something like “vall ohfisser I ded nawt drink, eem jast tired.” The police officer responded with “I’ve seen enough, license and registration, please. As my friend was struggling to pull his id out of his pocket, the officer’s attention started gazing toward the cupholders in between both seats. I looked at the cupholders and my heart sank, my dumbass friend had a pistol tucked into one of the cupholders. The officer kept staring and eventually found out what it is, after that, my friend and I got arrested and sent to the police station for questioning.
The feds told us that they don’t care who gets pinned for the gun, but there is no way that both of us walk out of this station as free men. He told us we had two minutes to discuss, then he left the room where it was just my friend and I. My friend already had a record, but I was clean at the time. At first, he was like “listen man I’m not going back to jail I already been to hell I’m not going back.” But I told him to take his charge, and I’ll have 100 g’s ready for him as soon as he gets out. He was hesitant, but he agreed. He told me “okay bro have that money set for me and I’ll say the gun was mine, I’ll probably spend 2-3 years, but it’s okay brother. I’ll go tell the officer it was mine right now.” I was so grateful for his compassion and loyalty, I really thought he was a true friend, I really trusted him. My buddy then walked out of the room, and 30 seconds later he came back with the officers. Next thing you know I was being handcuffed and was awaiting trial for possession of an illegal firearm. Turns out my “buddy” didn’t tell the feds he was guilty, he told them I was. I guess he wasn’t loyal after all, watch what happens when I get out.