17 June 2012
With the police you have to think on you're feet, don't stammer or stall, you're answer or lack of one, could end you up in the nick. And don't be afraid of retribution. One evening after I got quite drunk, Knowing I was barred from my local pub, I still went in and tried to get served, but her fuckin screeching was goin through me, so I caused an incident and the cops were called, I should off gone home when they told me too. But I didn't, I had to have the last drunken word. So I was nicked for being drunk & disorderly, Gutted. I was bailed and given a court date. So the morning I was due in court, I started too drink. I made my way too court and was pretty sloshed by the time my name was called. My solicitor would not give me any money for beer, so when I was in the dock I sacked him. And then I decided to say my piece, with my solicitor trying to apologise to the court, explaining I have a mental illness. So I left after calling them a bunch of wankers, and went to wait to see if I could intimidate my solicitor out of cash. When all the police came running in. The emergency bell had been pressed. And the sergeant came over and told me not to come to court drunk again, so I aggressively said don't nick me for being drunk then. Which they didn't, and I got £30 out my solicitor. It was quite funny the cops gave me a name of mad dog, and informed the local shops that I was to be given anything I asked for if I was threatening. So off course I took advantage. I remember one day whilst getting nicked, bent up on the floor, the sergeant asking me where my drugs were, thinking on my feet, and having no drugs, I told him they were under the floor board, seeing as I needed a new floor board. Well he then told me that he was gonna keep me in police custody as long as possible, and was gonna run me out of his town. So as soon as I got to the station, I poured water down my pants and started to have an epileptic fit. 20 minutes later I was on my way to the hospital. We're I quickly signed myself out. Made my way home hoping to find my flat destroyed, as they would then have to fix it. Well my front door was certainly smashed, thought great, so when I went to get the key for the make shift lock from the police station, I was told they found drug paraphernalia, so don't have to fix these items. You should off seen the smug look on his face. So I went back over a period of a couple of weeks to the cop station and smashed there windows. I would then hide, behind those big bins and listen to the commotion. I found it so amusing I even told them it was me. An eye for an eye, a window for a window. you can imagine they were pissed. It was very obvious that they were intimidated by me, but the absolute truth is, I've never assaulted them like I have been by them. But they believing my lie that I had a contagious disease, namely hep c, really did stop me getting assaulted. Most cops are ok, the desk sergeant would allow me to call my dealer from his office phone, and got on fine with him. I tend to treat people with how they treat me. I certainly dont follow any code, criminal or otherwise. If I get caught, my fault! There's so many grasses in jail now, rumours made by people who cannot accept responsibility for there actions. I've been fortunate that I've never really had too. Yeah police have asked me to become an informer, and I've agreed to be bailed. Yes I gave names, listen cops are not stupid, well some are, and I knew they have these names already, but then I make fictional names, and now there interested. Bailed never too be heard from again. One evening in Northampton I was pulled into the police station for a drugs search, my friends car was also pulled in which I was illegally driving as no documents. I was also on a curfew which the time was fast approaching, I had to get the car back and pick up my drugs from her house, I had about seven minutes to do this, and I could not do it without the car. My solicitor has already informed me not to drive the car away as they are going to be waiting to arrest me, so as I was pulling out from the yard, I spoke to the CID guy, my friend in the passenger seat could not believe what happened next, as I was a big player I told him to get his boss to phone me as I've had enough of this shit. Listen I told him I'm gonna give you every name as I've just had enough. Promise you I said big deal tomorrow don't even want any money (I really don't know if the police do pay informers) just want to come clean. Well the stupid prick was very excited as he ran out behind me waving his arms to the police car that was waiting. I got back in time. Unorthodox maybe but desired outcome. They rang a dozen or so times before they got the hint. There was a time when I did actually say something, and I felt so bad when he came to me fuming and told me that someone had grassed him up. I had to tell him that it was me. Then went and found the screw who had said something, well I had never had a vodka trifle before until she smuggled it in. This brummie bird was safe. A pint of vodka she said and it was delicious. When you hear stories off people getting bottles of whiskey, etc. ummm. Everything is searched and checked and most drugs are smuggled in through your bank, inside your ...... Or swallowed. And how many times have I heard this crap. Three reasons I suppose screws will risk there lively hood, 1 forced, threatened. 2 payment & 3 yes love. Not because he's your fuckin mate you dick, but I nod my head and go really. Now at no point did I ask her too do this, or bring baccy and shit, and I didn't refuse these either, but I did have so much fun with her. I cried when I received her letter saying shed been sacked. And we told each other everything, so I was angry she went back and said something, no harm done though.
Real Life Criminal Prt3. • Opuss № I