Boyyyyy do i have a story for all of you livejournal folk... Okay... well, i supose our story starts on monday, january 2nd, 2006. I had work that night, and got out around 8 O'clock. My dad picks me up and brings me over to the house for some birthday stuff. I chill out with my family for a few minutes, and he brings me back to my apartment around... 8:30ish?
I get home and im not sure what i did. Probably played counter-strike for a while, and just chilled. Around 11 or 11:00 me and lee start watching Mr and Mrs Smith. Decent movie.. nothing special. After the movie, I got to bed. Tuesday is my day off. rock on!
So tuesday i get up, just hangin around in my pyjamas, listening to some tunes, when my obnoxiously loud cell phone starts to ring. Its Brian from LaRosa's. I answer it.
"Yo, Frank.. Theres two sketchy dudes in here asking questions about you.. They wanna know where you live and shit. I think they're cops."
Now, at this poing I am beyond confused. I've been pretty legal lately, and havnt done anything that would require the police to be involved. Anyway, i thank him for the tip and sit down. About 5 minutes later I get a phone call from a number I dont know. Officer Mizzoni is on the other end. He tells me that the place I worked for a few months ago got broken into. They want me to come down to the station for routine questioning. I know i dont need to by law, and honestly, can tell the officer to fuck off because I would much rather be doing other stuff on my day off than spending time at the police station, but I do the good citizen thing and go try to help them out.
They do the usual interrogation thing. Trying to catch me in lies. They aren't very good at it, honestly. If i were telling them lies, i think it still would have been a fucking cake walk. Well we do this, and i even allow them to take my finger prints. I'm on file forever. Bad decision in retrospect, but whatever.
So after our little q&a session, i think we're done. They tell me to call them if I hear anything, yada yada. He asks if it is okay if he comes to my apartment to look around, and I tell him that I wouldnt let an officer into my house without a warrant. He swears hes not looking for marijuana, and i know he isnt, but its not beyond cops to get frustrated and bust you for whatever they can. Even still, it is my private life. I do not want the police rummaging through my belongings, looking at everything that I own. Its a violation of my privacy, and I think that everyone should share the same mentality. Stand up for and use your constitutional rights, people.
So i think we're done, right? Wrong.
Yesterday i hear a loud knock on my door. I figure its the landlord, so i dont answer. We're a little late on the rent right now.... Anyway... A few minutes later my phone rings. Its Mizzoni again. turns out it was him at the door. I agree to talk to them again, still being [b]retardedly[/b] co-operative. He wants to talk to me and my room mates, so i go ask Ian if he's down for a little police questioning, and he says yes. I go hide the stuff I see that i wouldnt want a cop to notice.
They come in and we talk in Ians room. Lee emerges about half way through the conversation. We're just talking, being polite. Then the officer asks lee if he would go to the station and be finger printed. Lee tells him no, perfectly within his rights to do so. The cop doesnt really like this. Then they ask if I would take a polygraph test about the robbery. I say no. I'm beggining to have had enough of all of this.
They then ask if they can look around, and I tell them i would still like a search warrant. They dont like this either. Long story short, one of the officers happened to notice about three stems on my desk on the way in, Stupid, forgetful Frank. Anyway, he starts saying he'll go get a warrant for that, the three of us will go to jail for the weekend, blah blah. Pretty scary shit, when you consider we're talking about middleton. I dont want to spend the weekend with a bunch of gang-members, rapists and murderers. Does that seem like my style to you?!
Ian convinces him not to get a warrant right now, but i have a feeling they'll be back for that, because i have no plans on cooperating with them any further.
Today, my dad calls me in a rage. It turns out the police went over to my parents house and bothered them, asking them the questions and stuff. So now the rest of my family is involved. This is absolute bullshit. I'm done talking with them. If they want to speak to me, they;'re gonna have to charge me with something and give me a court appointed lawyer. There is absolutly no reason that they think I did it, besides the fact that I worked there and didnt give my two weeks when i left. I have nothing against my past employeer, and wouldnt fucking rob the place. Thats up there with the worst ideas ever.
So basicly, fuck this shit.