Sometimes in life you may feel like you are living a movie or a television show. I’m going to tell you about a time I felt I was living the television show Cops. Cops is a reality show where criminals are arrested. I learned that the catchy title song “Bad Boys Bad Boys Whacha Gonna do When They Come for You’’ really means something after all. Being young, dumb and doing stupid things ended with me being arrested and taken to the Polk County Jail. I learned that by making the right choices I will never end up taking two steps back again. It was almost midnight on a hot July weekend and my brothers and I were out past our curfew; and the only thing that’s out at that time of night is trouble. We were young and wild and used to doing
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I realized that it wasn’t just a song, it was the real deal; so I hit a few corners then slowed down and eventually stopped running, hoping the officer hadn’t drawn his gun. When the officer finally caught up with me, he told me to get on the ground. While he handcuffed me and immediately started asking me questions. What’s your name was the first question followed by many more I was breathing hard after and couldn’t speak. So the officer took further actions by calling backup and putting me in the back of his car. My heart was beating fast because having never been in a situation like that before. I sat quietly waiting to see where this would go. Having no money, no valuables, really no real reason to have even gone inside the house in the first place, but I remember taking a deep breath saying “what’s done is done.” I was told I was going to jail. After arriving I was booked and then had to wait for the county van to come transport me to the Juvenile facility. I was sitting there thinking, a little situation turned into something big for nothing; as I fell asleep I remembered promising myself I was not going to doing anything stupid again. The next morning I was living in the Polk County Jail, the last …show more content…
My name was called to go to court. Knowing I never should have been there in the first place, I was hoping the judge would see it the same way. Arriving at the courthouse I remember entering a room with all types of people dressed in the same thing as me, some were even chained like animals. I heard a short, bald white man calls out Clifton Anthony to the stand, as I got up I raised my right hand and was sworn in. The judge started off by reading my charges back to me. Dwelling in an unauthorized place, punishable up to five years in state prison if convicted, breaking and entering punishable to two years in the state prison if convicted. He asked me how do you plead, guilty, not guilty or no contest. I remember saying “no contest,” which means I was not saying I was right, but I was not saying I was wrong either. It was more like pleading the fifth. Five minutes flew by as I was standing at the podium waiting for my fate. I heard the man say “I hear by sentence you to home detention for two months” because it wasn’t any proof or evidence and no one got hurt, they gave me a slap on the wrist and the judge told me not to let him see my face anymore. I remember I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t because that would be another charge. I had prayed and hoped the judge would see this as a onetime mistake on my part and God answered my prayers and granted me my opportunity to switch it up; and I haven’t been back to jail
I realized that it wasn’t just a song, it was the real deal; so I hit a few corners then slowed down and eventually stopped running, hoping the officer hadn’t drawn his gun. When the officer finally caught up with me, he told me to get on the ground. While he handcuffed me and immediately started asking me questions. What’s your name was the first question followed by many more I was breathing hard after and couldn’t speak. So the officer took further actions by calling backup and putting me in the back of his car. My heart was beating fast because having never been in a situation like that before. I sat quietly waiting to see where this would go. Having no money, no valuables, really no real reason to have even gone inside the house in the first place, but I remember taking a deep breath saying “what’s done is done.” I was told I was going to jail. After arriving I was booked and then had to wait for the county van to come transport me to the Juvenile facility. I was sitting there thinking, a little situation turned into something big for nothing; as I fell asleep I remembered promising myself I was not going to doing anything stupid again. The next morning I was living in the Polk County Jail, the last …show more content…
My name was called to go to court. Knowing I never should have been there in the first place, I was hoping the judge would see it the same way. Arriving at the courthouse I remember entering a room with all types of people dressed in the same thing as me, some were even chained like animals. I heard a short, bald white man calls out Clifton Anthony to the stand, as I got up I raised my right hand and was sworn in. The judge started off by reading my charges back to me. Dwelling in an unauthorized place, punishable up to five years in state prison if convicted, breaking and entering punishable to two years in the state prison if convicted. He asked me how do you plead, guilty, not guilty or no contest. I remember saying “no contest,” which means I was not saying I was right, but I was not saying I was wrong either. It was more like pleading the fifth. Five minutes flew by as I was standing at the podium waiting for my fate. I heard the man say “I hear by sentence you to home detention for two months” because it wasn’t any proof or evidence and no one got hurt, they gave me a slap on the wrist and the judge told me not to let him see my face anymore. I remember I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t because that would be another charge. I had prayed and hoped the judge would see this as a onetime mistake on my part and God answered my prayers and granted me my opportunity to switch it up; and I haven’t been back to jail