The Police Just Showed Up

The Police Just Showed Up

A cop once told me:

“Don’t talk to the cops”

So a cop showed up at, at… I dunno… before 8:30 in the morning at my door.  My step-mom came and woke me up because he wanted to talk to me and wouldn’t take her word for it that I don’t want to talk to him. I’m tired as hell and yeah, I don’t want to talk to him. Not only that, but it’s the one who arrested my dad for something he didn’t do and… oh look the crazy HSA woman is here too.

So I tell him specifically that I’m not gonna talk to him and he says that’s fine he will just talk at me… which would have worked out okay if I wasn’t so stupid because he just asked questions.  But….I ended up talking…shit. I really shouldn’t have because I knew not to but I was still half asleep and not really thinking. He was asking me why I think Tiffany is lying and why I say she’s crazy. He was saying that this is my ‘only opportunity’ to tell my side of the story.

I should have just said ‘If you want to know my side of the story, I have a blog…go read it’ and ended it there. Buuut no, I went full retard and I started talking.  I am not proud of this.

So here I am, obliviously saying nothing because A) you woke me up way the fuck too early to ask me questions I don’t want to answer and B) I don’t want to talk to you because you’re the enemy here. I really don’t want to talk to this cop guy so I’m just being as vague as possible. You know…hoping to maybe get this point across: cant you see you’re not gonna get anything out of me? So just quit asking stupid shit and get off my porch already….

Made sense to me. I mean why would I tell him anything when he arrested my dad for something he didn’t do? So the cop sits there and asks me all these things like why do you think Tiffany is crazy? And why do you think Tiffany is lying? And I don’t answer. I don’t remember exactly what made me open my mouth and talk, but I didn’t say much. I’m sure I sounded like I’m an idiot and don’t really know anything and only think my dad is innocent just because the rest of my family says he’s innocent… that’s not the case though because I know for myself he is innocent and Tiffany is full of shit because I was there too and I know what my ex-sister looks and sounds like when she’s lying….especially when she’s lying to my dad. I’ve been listening to her lies my entire life.

Anyway Detective Vasquez, I’m actually not stupid and I didn’t really say much of anything to you because I didn’t want to talk to you. I don’t know why I said anything to begin with.

Oh… and don’t wake me up to pester me with lame questions about Tiffany’s bullshit. You’re a detective…you figure it out.