Where do I start? Lets start on West 56th street. My friend Frish and I had made it to the show tonight, Cake @ Terminal 5. Sold out show, going to be fucking awesome. Doors at 8:30 and it's ten after 8 only. So we head up the block to smoke a little pot before we head in, we settle on this bench in front of an apartment building with these trees over hanging where we were sitting so it's all gravy. I take a toke and notice that we have some mighty fine mary jane. I take not even two hits of the thing and two dudes walk passed us then turn and walk towards us. "Hey guys", while flashing their badges. "Stand up-You guys going to see Cake tonight?". We replied with a dejected "Yea" and as the cops are going through our pockets with the normal procedure "do you have anything else on you" and of course I lied and said no. So the dude takes out my cigarette pack and pulls out my flipped over cigarette and says "Whats this one for good luck?" Thanks asshole(don't worry douche bag I won the cigarette pack battle-read on). Then he goes through my book bag (took a glance through my journal-my personal journal) and finds the pipe. For the extra ticket I had, the trade was instead of money I wanted this sick pipe that has like a lighter built into it. So he finds the case which contains this insane pipe (at least a $70 value) and the three other joints we had in there. Cop says "Oh man, just when I was starting to like ya man you lied to me". I didn't know what to tell him, so I gave him my same old excuse I always give-I found it on the floor. "No but sir! I found that on the floor at 57th and 8th ! I swear." He wasn't buying it, but it had gotten me out of another occasion so I had to use it. I'm thinking that the worst possible scenario we get like $100 tickets and lose out weed. Then he tells me to put my hands behind my back and says "Well guys. You're gonna miss the show tonight we're gonna get you down to the station and write you guys tickets". What? In my mind I'm utterly baffled by the situation. I'm getting arrested for smoking pot? This is insanity! Did you know there are people actually out there committing crimes and I'm getting locked up for a 5th degree misdemeanor? So the cuff us and put us in the van with the other three kids who got arrested for the same exact thing (only they had those "one hitter" things that kinda look like half a cigarette where we had three joints, another 20 and a pipe) and they've been in the van for an hour. As were in the van they are writing people tickets for drinking beer like "open container law", but the thing is-these people aren't inconvenienced at all by this, where they just hand there ID's over and get written up tickets whole finishing there beers enjoying themselves while I'm sitting in the back seat of a police van with hand cuffs distorting the joints in my wrists(did I mention I was a writer?) and as I'm trying to finagle my way to position that puts less strain on my arms and I accidentally tighten them to the fullest extent. I say to the cops in the van(the arresting officers were fucking assholes, the dudes who just seemed like drivers were cool they put on Guns N' Roses) I'm like "Damn man can someone else break the friggin law already so we can get to the cell already. Never wanted to be in a cell so bad in my life these cuffs are pain man". Let me note that the first actual song I heard while cuffed in the backseat of a police van-the soundtrack to my arrest basically was Pink Floyd- Another Brick in the Wall Part Two. It just came on and I'm reliving the experience. Luckily enough, some idiot from Massachusetts joined the party by getting caught as well so we had six of us heading in for booking and processing. Fun times.

We get to the station and they take our ID's and me and frish are the only ones with book bags so they throw our stuff in there- my pack newports, lighter, notepad-everything. So they get all six of us in this creepy holding cell at around 10pm. Do I have to mention that it smelled like piss or is that a given? Anyway, they have my book bag in the same room as the holding cell so I'm keeping an eye out for that I have my camera, iPod all that, in there. One of the douche arresting DT's says "Okay, we're gonna get you finger printed and run through the system and you're all going to just receive DAT's". DAT's!!! DESK APPEARANCE TICKETS?? "Excuse me officer what do you think the fine is going to be?" His reply, "Oh no, there's not fine-you have to come to court on in like a month and you'll get a 6 month ACD so stay out of trouble." NO FINE!????!?!?!?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO FINE? I'M SITTING IN A PISS SCENTED JAIL CELL AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT THE "CRIME" I COMMITTED MERITS NO FINE AT ALL? THATS THE REAL FUCKING BULLSHIT. You make me miss a fucking great show, already like a buck forty down the drain, fucked up arms from the cuffs, you took my weed and pipe that you didn't know how to figure out [One of the douches says "Hey, Mr. found it on the floor, how do you work this thing" as they were taking several minutes trying to decipher what it was they came up to me and I said through the cell bar that I didn't know how to use it, considering that I was sticking to my story that found it on 57th avenue. He says "Come on we know you didn't find it on the floor just show me how this thing works" to which I replied "Well, after I found it on 57th and 8th I kinda figured that you.." and then explained how to work it], I'm locked in a cell with an annoying dude from Massachusetts and you're going to tell me that I didn't break the law enough for you to make me pay you any money? What a world we live in I swear. We were smoking a joint, they could have kept in moving.

So we get out ID's back and it's nearing midnight and I'm eying my book bag like a fucking drug addict. Problem is they took all my drugs, so a call will need to be made when I get back to the neighborhood. Let's remind everyone that I just got arrested for smoking a joint and I'm sitting in a cell pondering who I can cop from when I get threw with the cops. So around 12:35 they start to hand us our shoe lashes and belts through the bars and after giving us our Desk Appearance Tickets send us on our way. We got in a cab and made it to the ferry at like 1:15.

The one funny thing about this is that douche bag DT didn't notice that there was a baggie in my cigarette pack with half a stick in it? The dude looked right into my pack with a flashlight. What a dumbass. Then, think about it. The bag is in the room right next to them they could just got through my shit at any time. So as soon as I hit the concrete outside I opened my cigarette pack opened the baggie and ate the half a stick right there, turned to frish and said "Good thing they didn't find that, I needed it bad". So, Cake was canceled due to the fact that I was in a van for almost 2 hours and a holding cell for over 2 hours. What a miserable night-and I feel bad for frish he doesn't get out to many shows and Cake is like one of his favorite bands and we ended up getting locked up. Oh well, them's the breaks I guess, anything goes. You know, because who would think people going to a rock concert would want to smoke pot? Everyone thinks pot is the end of the world as we know it; but I feel fine. Fuck Police