So I was just sitting around looking at my old blackbook and started to think back to high school. I was 15 years old the first time I got arrested. I can remember the day like it was yesterday. It was me, Danny, bitch ass snitch nigga and 2 girls me and Danny were talking to at the time (We were RETARDED for that btw). The entire day we kept seeing police cars and I had a bad feeling. We started off hitting up our favorite spot the blackhole, while we were hitting up one of the caps got clogged and paint spilled all over bitch ass snitch niggas hands and he jokingly said ”If we get caught, I’ll be caught red handed” and afterwards a drunk Spanish dude appears out of nowhere, we paid him no mind because why would some wino snitch on us? Later on we walked around trying to figure out a new spot to hit up, me and Danny wanted to get this apartment building that was perfect because the police never surveillance it and there were loads of illegals living there (no one’s gonna snitch and get the cops called over there). But, bitch ass snitch nigga kept saying we should hit up this spot that was in clear view of the highway. I didn’t want to hit up the spot because there was only one way in and one way out, but I went with it because the girls said they would watch out for us. So we get to the spot and I do a big beautiful piece in clear view of the highway, I was so happy. Danny helped me outline the top because I was too short, but then we heard a sound; I honestly thought it was geese, but then all of sudden all I hear is “Police, stop!” and bitch ass snitch nigga comes running around the corner without saying a word. I drop my cans and start running towards the highway with him until I look back and see Danny being arrested. I looked at bitch ass snitch nigga who was almost towards the fence that separated us from the highway then looked back to Danny who kept telling me to run. I couldn’t though, I couldn’t let my best friend who I called my brother to take all the blame for me, I did it and now I had to pay the price. The officers that arrested us were dickheads, treated us like absolute shit. As I was being driven off to the police station I see me and Danny’s “girls” staring at us and mouthing “I’m sorry”. While at the police station the officer that was putting in my information saw my bandannas and beads (My bandannas were in my back pockets and I used them from inhaling too much paint and my bracelet was made out of white and red beads by my father) he immediately put me in a gang file (I’m not gang affiliated). Later on my parents came to bail me out and I felt like the biggest piece of shit on Earth, I broke my mothers heart and never seen her breakdown and cry like that ever. To make matters worse, we found out that we were snitched on by the mother of some fuckhead who wound up dating the girl I was talking to who was supposed to be looking out for us, we were on the news and the next day at school almost everyone knew what had happened to us (Thanks to bitch ass snitch nigga running his mouth). Unfortunately, I didn’t learn my lesson and less than a year later after community service and probation I was arrested again and also was snitched on again by another bitch ass nigga. This time it was more serious because I had just turned 16 and in the eyes of the law in NY when you’re 16 you’re considered an adult (even though you can’t smoke, drink, gamble, or serve your country legally at that age). Luckily, I got off without having to do time. I spent the majority of my high school career in and out of handcuffs and court. Sometimes I wish that I could go back in time and stop everything that had happened, but if they didn’t happen I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I learned a whole lot about myself and others from getting arrested; like who my real friends were and that I am one stubborn son of a bitch. It took me a while, but I finally cleaned up my act and started doing legal pieces. It may not seem like I’ve accomplished much, but to myself I beat the odds I graduated from high school, didn’t end up locked up or dead and I’m in college. I’m not perfect and won’t ever be because I’m human. But, with every mistake that I make a lesson is learned and it just helps me better myself and helps push me to success.