Well here I sit 8 months and 18 days later all for the simple fact of running and making a little money.

The courts gave me life but I have an appeal going so who knows how long I will be here. I tried to tell the judge it was only small waters and energy drinks that the higher up's wanted but he wasn't hearing it.

It took damn near a whole swat team to catch me on the outside. When the swat team finally nabbed me they asked where I was going and "I said well I was going to Putnam." They of course asked who my connection was but I don't believe in snitching. They asked me so many question that I was all kinds of confused but I never gave up any names as to who I dropped items off to or where they came from. I guess that is what pissed off the judge.

So basically what I did on the outside is what I still do on the inside. You just can't keep a good runner down.

End of story

Ahcheela

awww i likes that....

good story :]

good short story

im locked uup for j-walking

3 months, 9 days, I don’t know hours, or seconds later; I slowly work myself into an incentive, psychopathic manizer thinking about why I did what I did since the judge assumes it was so wrong when I thought it wasn’t.

3 months, 9 days, I don’t know hours, or seconds earlier, I was walking down the street in a mini-schoolgirl skirt, black kami and a necklace tie while sporting some new high top converse (yes high tops not heels, better to run in than heels hehehe). Since it was a hot day I thought I would check out a the new store that recently opened to by some water, when I see a car of some fine ass guys pull up in a 1969 Chevy SS Impala, damn I felt like in haven. As I keep approaching the store seeing that all the guys but the driver walk into the store to get who knows what, I slowly walk passed the car winking at the driver and walk into the store. Little did I know he ended up following me?

While I was grabbing my water I feel arms slowly wrap around my waist and I’m thinking damn this poor sucka fell right into my trap. Slowly turning around in his grip giving him the sexiest smile ever, knowing every man can fall for a girl with the slightest movement I start rubbing his muscular arms and biting my lip slowly to get his full attention. I peak over his shoulder to see his homeboys are still busy getting stuff I slowly slip my hand down his pocket taking his keys to his car latching them to the inside of my skirt while I kiss him deeply making him think he’s going to get a piece of ass. After kissing his dumb ass for what seemed like an eternity I walk away to pay for my water and he goes to his homeboys thinking I’m going to go back to him but instead I head out the door and hope into his car taking off. Poor bastard should have known better.

After a few weeks pass by I am watching the news and see that he was still looking for the car and gave the cops my description. Having a record of stealing classic cars and low-lows, I went to my garage and took out a bicycle for a ride as I thought hmm why not kill the poor bastard for snitching me out. But instead I was lost in awe when I saw a 1977 t-bird in some person’s driveway. As I hope in it and hot wire the bitch the guy is calling the cops on my ass, but I didn’t care because there was a full gas tank and a road calling my name. After having the cops play cat n mouse they finally caught my ass with some damn road spikes and I didn’t want to crash by avoiding them my joyride way over. After being charged of grand theft auto of I don’t recall how many vehicles, the last of I took and enjoyed turned out to be the judge’s car, Ironic right! Well the damn bastard gave me life.

I SHOULD HAVE WRECKED THE DAMN CAR BUT THEY WERE MY WEAKNESS.

Nice story greenlines

Thank you hana! thanks lala!!

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