Language and Identity Story
I was walking through the streets with a shiv in my back pocket for just self-defence reasons. When this crazy British sheila sees it in me pocket and asks me why I got one. The Brit threatened to call police if I didn’t get rid of it, I refused so she calls the f-ing cops. She told me to stay with here while the heat were coming. After about ten minutes or so, this fat sack of turd started wobbling towards me and I swear the ground began to shake, which is here we are now.
“So son, do you know why we’ve come to see you today? Asks the copper. “Yeah mate, this British scrub called 000 for me carrying a shiv in my back pocket.” I reply. “Well, that’s possession of a lethal weapon, you can either give the knife to us and be on your merry way, or we can do this the hard …show more content…
I don't listen what he is saying to the woman at the desk, all I can say is that she is one sizzling piece of bacon. The cops turns to me and takes me into a meeting room inside of the police station. We both sit down on a chair and he introduces himself. "I am officer Rivieri and after a talk with the receptionist, we have decided not to put you in juvenile detention, but just a fine. You are still expected to attend court in four days time." I reply: "Thank you officer, I am sorry for what I did." "Don't say sorry kid, just don't do it again, your parents have been notified and are coming to collect you."
After about fifteen odd minutes of waiting, mah mum's sedan drives up into the carpark. She's got a very pissed look on her face. I go in the car preparing for the worst, with all of the screaming, yelling and just general blaming. Much to my surprise when I get in the car, she is silent, not a word is exuded from her lips. Just a simple "Hello" Another fifteen minute drive home and I feel horrible. I don't know how my parents are ever going to have respect for me
I was walking through the streets with a shiv in my back pocket for just self-defence reasons. When this crazy British sheila sees it in me pocket and asks me why I got one. The Brit threatened to call police if I didn’t get rid of it, I refused so she calls the f-ing cops. She told me to stay with here while the heat were coming. After about ten minutes or so, this fat sack of turd started wobbling towards me and I swear the ground began to shake, which is here we are now.
“So son, do you know why we’ve come to see you today? Asks the copper. “Yeah mate, this British scrub called 000 for me carrying a shiv in my back pocket.” I reply. “Well, that’s possession of a lethal weapon, you can either give the knife to us and be on your merry way, or we can do this the hard …show more content…
I don't listen what he is saying to the woman at the desk, all I can say is that she is one sizzling piece of bacon. The cops turns to me and takes me into a meeting room inside of the police station. We both sit down on a chair and he introduces himself. "I am officer Rivieri and after a talk with the receptionist, we have decided not to put you in juvenile detention, but just a fine. You are still expected to attend court in four days time." I reply: "Thank you officer, I am sorry for what I did." "Don't say sorry kid, just don't do it again, your parents have been notified and are coming to collect you."
After about fifteen odd minutes of waiting, mah mum's sedan drives up into the carpark. She's got a very pissed look on her face. I go in the car preparing for the worst, with all of the screaming, yelling and just general blaming. Much to my surprise when I get in the car, she is silent, not a word is exuded from her lips. Just a simple "Hello" Another fifteen minute drive home and I feel horrible. I don't know how my parents are ever going to have respect for me