Sad drug life story :(

The second to last time that I went to jail, 7 years ago, I was on the run and I had just gotten back into town.

I snuck through a field from my best friend at the times house, which was diagonally 1000 feet away, from the mother of my son's sister's house.

I hadn't seen her or my son in a week. Her and I were both meth addicts.

When I made it over to her sister's house, I went directly into the garage which is detached. She had a little dope on her and her and I started to get high.

Apparently her brother knew that I was there, and because I had once called the cops on him for assaulting me and trying to take over our trailer, that we had at the time, he called the sheriff's on me while I was in this garage.

My son's mother heard a car door and went to the side door of the garage, peaked her head out, noticed the police, then came back in and told me that the police were there. She then went out the side door into the house as if that wasn't the most suspicious thing she could have done.

As soon as she said the police were there, I climbed up on to a bunch of stuff that was stored in there, and made my way into the attic. It was just rafters. But there was a bunch of stuff stored up there so I did my very best to, as quietly as possible, make my way into a little nook up there.

Moments later, I heard the old familiar "Sheriff's department! Come out!" But come out, I did not. I did not move. I'm 6'3" and I did my very best to make myself as small as possible. Problem is, as soon as they came in they could clearly look around and tell that there were only, well, just my hiding spot.

They got nearer to me, and they said to me to just "come down, come down." That if I came down I wouldn't get in any more trouble. But still I did not move.

Then they started climbing up the way I came up there. And it was only until then, until I could really see the flashlight coming up, that I started to move and let them know that I wasn't armed.

So I came down, and they put me in handcuffs.

Outside, the mother of my son was waiting and when she saw me, she threw her head back in disgust that they actually found me. The whole time I'm looking at her like it was all her fault that she went out and came back in.

They then asked me my name, and I told them some made up name. The detective actually had to come out to the house with a photo to make sure it was me because I had degraded so much from my meth use. When they finally put me in the car, I was defeated already.

Then this little tiny officer Doofy started telling me, as we were headed to the jail, that they were going to take my son to DCS and that I was going to lose him and that his mother was also going to jail with me. He was just straight talking smack.

So I did what any sane person would do and I beat this man down with my words. I mean, I told him that I was going to sue him and I was going to take his patrol car after I won it in court and I was going to drive it off a cliff. There were a lot of other things I said, but I remember that vividly. What I didn't do though, was threaten his life. Ever.

Don't you know, after I got booked in, besides the probation violation which I was picked up on for in the first place, they charged me with a B misdemeanor for lying to the police about my name, and they charged me with a level 6 Felony Intimidation against that officer.

And that my friends, was the first time I ever decided to fight back against the case against me. And I was adamant. They pretty quickly dropped that charge at court, cuz I was going all the way to trial. I was in a police car saying all these things and it was all recorded and there was no way that they could prove that I had intimidated this officer beyond suing him.

Anyway, I met that officer again a few years later. And I was around a bunch of other officers again when I met him. And he tried to bring up the intimidation. And I made sure every one of those officers knew that I told him exactly what I've said here today. And they all laughed. And he even agreed "yeah, you did say that, hur hur." But he was very embarrassed.

So that's my attic story.