So yesterday could have been a really bad turn in my life. I was arrested for Drinking and Driving…again…except this time I realllllly was innocent. Just to get y’all to understand where I’m coming from, I’m currently awaiting approval for early termination of my Federal DUI probation that I received last September. Meaning that if I were to receive another DUI/DWI while on probation there is a chance that I could possibly see jail time, or community service, or something annoying of those sorts. I’m really not sure. Let me explain what happened.
So I’m coming from a club called Darby with Gabrielle (“my ride or die”), whom I was taking home off 125th and as soon as I get off the exit I was pulled over. I wasn’t speeding, swerving, tipsy, drunk, high, intoxicated, inebriated, but I was black though. I was driving while black, with tints on my Audi. So the cop immediately says roll down your window. He asks for license and registration and then automatically assumes I had been drinking. He says “how much have you had to drink tonight sir, I can smell it coming from the car.” Of course my heart dropped because this charge would kill my pockets, as well as myself by my mother. We argued back and forth about whether it was legal for him to demand that without a field test, but once he flashed his cuffs I agreed with whatever he wanted. (pause lol)
We tried 4 times to do the breathalyzer, of course my nervous ass couldn’t hold the note and kept messing it up. After the 3rd time he said, “if you mess it up again we are going to put you down as a refusal, and arrest you.” I then gave my keys to Gabby next to me, said a prayer, and prepared for the worst. I took a deep breath, blew into the machine…….and fucked it up yet again. Consequently causing my arrest. I begged and pleaded for another chance as these two Uncle Tom ass cops (because one was Mexican and the other was Dominican, like come on they wasn’t even white! Give me a damn break) pushed my tall ass into the back seat of their cruiser. I pleaded my case saying they had the wrong guy, I hadn’t been drinking, I was currently on probation, I just received my MBA, Jesus is my savior, but nothing would work! Before we went down to the station they were nice enough to write Gabby’s number down who took my car so I could call her afterwards to pick me up. (they made me leave my cell in the car)
10 minutes later at the 28th precinct I was about to take the test of my life. They processed me, took me upstairs, and then it was time to blow. And of course I passsssssseeddddddd that muthaaafugggaaaaaaaa! Blew a .05, the cops were pissed! Like they was up the whole game and I won at the buzzer; but then again, the game wasn’t over. They put it in overtime and made me do the field test on camera. He demonstrated everything he wanted me to do, but then had me do the harder version. He took 2 steps, I had to take 9 and turn around and come back. He touched his nose with his eyes open, I had to have mine closed. He stood on one foot for 5 seconds, I had to stand for what he said was 30 seconds, but after 30 seconds then he made me count them myself (WTF). They were pissed at my performance because they now had to let me go. The nicer cop of the two called the girl to pick me up and I was on my way. SMH. Whole time she got pulled over too on the way to pick me up but she explained the story and they let her go.
WERE NOT DONE YET!!! The next morning I get a call from another girl that I knew; calling saying her oil was low so she wanted to stop by my spot on her way to Delaware so I could help her check her oil. I had her park out front the house incase oil was going to leak on the drive way. I must have been outside with her for 10 minutes before the next door neighbor walked over asking “Are you waiting for someone,” which really meant, “nigger what are you doing in my neighborhood?” So I replied I just moved in next door and tried to introduce myself but she backed up saying she was just the maid and was wondering. She later pulled off in her red Malibu as 2 police officers pulled up looking at me like I was a murder suspect. They immediately questioned my purpose for being out front the house. Long story short my damn racist ass neighbor’s maid called the police saying I was casing out the neighborhood to rob the house. WTF. The police went as far as to knock on my door and ask my cousins was I really related to them and was I really staying there!!! As if my effin car in the driveway was wasn’t proof enough. As the white cop talked to my family in the front, the black cop had the nerve to ask “So how’s everything going” I replied, “Well you got me out front of the beverly hills of New Jersey in my new neighborhood looking like prime nigga suspect number one. Two damn cop cars out front my house as all my rich snob neighbors drive by wondering what crime the new nigga to the neighborhood has committed, sir, how the hell do you think its going?” He then smirked and walked to the car, where he stayed until the white cop was done interrogating my folks about my existence. SMH, I mean I understand I’m black and all, but damn I really thought since a black guy ran the country and all, that up north things would be different than in PG County. I was wrong. Here are some pics of where my car was and of the cops out front my people’s house.