Caught.
I haven’t been in trouble much, but there is one time worth recalling. Not that I remember a great deal about how I got there, sitting in the back of the police van as high as a kite feeling like I was in some kind of nightmare. A terrifying place to find yourself at the age of 15 to be honest. Alone, abandoned by the one person I would trust to know what to do – my brother, kicking myself for not just staying home like I’d planned.

It’s easy to get bullied by the police at 15, being coerced that it would be better to own up and tell them who’d sold me the drugs and then they’d let me go. As if I could have done anyway, it was just some bloke I’d never met before. Proper good cop bad cop though, the other guy telling me he’d make me wish I’d never left the house. Still, even that was nothing compared to when my mother showed up, all shouting and dramatic, telling me she was ashamed of me and that my Dad would have thrown me out for sure.

It was worth it though, I mean, it had been super grass.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 6 May 2011, 16:48, 3 replies)

Click
...with extra sideburns. Well played!
(DownhillGardener no-one does it like that anymore, Fri 6 May 2011, 18:45, closed)

just so long as since then
you've kept your teethnose nice & clean.
(sarcastic fringehead feet of clay, buns of steel, head of lettuce, Sun 8 May 2011, 21:35, closed)

Nicely done
Took till the middle of the second paragraph for me to get it, well written!
(Heggy, Mon 9 May 2011, 18:11, closed)