Busted … I was chilling at the cut by Wal-Mart smoking a jack.
When a cop came up and asked my name.
“My name is Blaze … and yours?”
“Officer Daniels. How old are you?”
I’m fifteen, why.
“You’re smoking a cigarette.”
“You must be eighteen to smoke.”
I’ll smoke any time I want to.
“Give me the rest of your cigarettes.”
No, I’ll never give them to you.
“You’re just going to get in more trouble if you don’t give them to me now.”
“Now step on them and crush them.”
So I stepped on them.
“No, twist your foot.”
I was like, damn.
“So have you been in Wal-Mart today?”
No (turning red).
“Well, someone stole an iTouch.”
I thought about running because I did steal the iTouch.
“Well, for safety, I must search you.”
“Well look what we have here an iTouch.”
That’s mine, I got it from my friend (lying).
“It’s brand new.”
“Well, let’s go to Wal-Mart to check the serial number on it to see if it’s the stolen iTouch.”
We go to Wal-Mart and the serial number matched the stolen iTouch.
So Wal-Mart security took me to the back of the store and took my information and banned me from Wal-Mart.
When my mom came to the store, she was pissed at me.
She took everything from me for three months.
It’s hard to get that respect back from your family.
Nothing’s better then a theft.