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jiggy (no login)
Posted Jul 5, 2009 4:07 PM
LOL! You'll be admitted in a heartbeat!
I don't really know too much about the justice system except for the 3 times I've been on the wrong side of the bench. And all 3 times, I was WRONG. Totally guilty.
So, is there a reason for jury's? I suppose it keeps the police honest. But seriously, I don't think prosecuters are thumbing through phone books to find innocent people to blame shit on.
By the time you get sat in front of a judge, I think it's time to man up to whatever you did and not waste peoples time.
Time one: Picture it, 1987 in Glenford, Ohio. It was my sisters graduation and we were celebrating at her boyfriends house which also just happened to be my best friends house. We thought it would be a great idea to take the mufflers off of our three wheelers and go riding through town.
We were wrong.
On the way back to the house, two cops pulled out and blocked the street in front of my school. I didn't have any brakes so, I hit a cop car. Not smart.
On court day, my dad went with me and saved my stupid ass.
No jail time, no restriction on getting a drivers license, just had to write a 3000 word essay on why I'm an idiot.
Done and done.
Time two: Johnston Atoll. I went in to my commanders office to ask him when I would be able to leave.
He got all indignant, threw his finger in my face, and told me I could leave when he said I could.
I punched him.
He punched me so hard I blacked out.
Great Times!
It probably would have ended at that but, my First Seargent heard the commotion from his office and came in to bust it up.
That meant that I was going to have to be tried by the Island commander.
That didn't end well.
I was busted down to a Private first class, docked 3 months of pay, and barred from re-enlistment.
It was wrong of me to disrespect my commander, I admit. But he disrespected me too. I am NOT your fucking toy. And I will gladly break your finger off and shove it up your goddamned ass if you ever stick it in my face again.
We'll just call that one a draw even though I totally lost!
Time 3: A really nice police officer in Ohio arrested me while I was changing a flat tire outside of a bar.(Seriously, he was totally nice) I was wasted and he probably saved some lives that day.
They were all very nice at the station. I blew a .225.
Stupid.
I didn't drive that night but that was only because I had a flat tire.
I was arrested on Saturday, bailed myself out so I wouldn't have to go to jail, and sat in front of the Mayor on Monday.
I pleaded guilty because, DUH!
I lost my license for six months, got fined $5000 dollars, and felt like a total tool.
Because I was.
And THAT, my friends, is way more than you ever wanted to know about me.  |
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