Holy stress!
Ok, kick the class(I have this class three times a week), light lifting, short run, shower, call the lawyer, call Kentucky, call the lawyer again, go to the Jailhouse and talk to my brother, talk to my lawyer, get his car from the impound lot, find all his receipts that are scattered around his house, call the lawyer again, call his ex...
In the midst of all this, I need to find time to eat, gather my scruples, and figure out how I'm gonna survive until tomorrow.

Okay, if you're wondering what happened to cause all this, Blog, let me tell you: my two brothers and I were going to play basketball yesterday but had to stop to see our sister first. She had something to give to one of my brothers, and since we were passing through the area to get to Turner where we play basketball, we decided we'd just swing by and pick it up from her. A speaker, or something.

Anyways, we turn onto her road, and when we do, a cop starts following us. No problem, we're all buckled in, going the speed limit, using turning signals, completely legal everything. Well, about 5 minutes after that cop following us, we get the whoop whoop, and flashing lights. So, my brother pulls over, and the cop walks up to the car and says, "So is there a reason why you're following that car so closely? Do you other two have I.D. on you?" No, Luke and I didn't have I.D. on us. No reason to. So he's asking for our information, and I'm the only one refusing to give him mine, because once cops find out who I am, anybody in the vicinity of me gets screwed. So, I'm going through every step my lawyer has told me to when I get in contact with a cop. The whole, "You have no reason to need my info, I'm definitely not giving you my social security number, why'd you pull us over, etc. But to little avail. He didn't answer any of the questions, just kept asking my brothers what my info was, then when Joe told him he told us to "hang out".

10 minutes later, he comes back and starts giving Luke a hard time about being a model citizen, saying, "You've never had any police contact? Never filed a complaint, or had a parking ticket?" Then he told us to "hang out" again, and came back 10 minutes after that.

He walked up to the car and said, "EDIT, you do know there's a possibility of your license being suspended in Kentucky, right?" EDIT said, "How so? I haven't lived there for three years."
"Back child support, is what it says. There's a bench warrant on you. So, I'm going to arrest you, and take you back to the station." By this time, two more cop cars have pulled up, and there's 5 cops staring me down in stead of just the one that pulled us over.

Now, let me give you a brief explanation on EDIT. He has a three year old daughter that he didn't even know was his until a year and a half of her life was over. He hasn't even gotten to see her, yet he's been paying as much as he can, whole paychecks at times, just to keep paying child support and get caught up. Well, $3000 of his child support that he "owes" was from when he didn't have any clue that he even had a kid. The only reason why he found out she was his is because he had a DNA test done, after the mom had 5 other men tested, and they all came up negative. She didn't even want to test him, but he wanted to make sure. And, the rest is history. And since he found out, he's only misses about $200 worth of payments when he was either briefly unemployed, or his car was broken so he had to fix it.
So why expedite and have Kentucky pay outlandish amounts to transfer him down there just for $3200? It doesn't make sense. Plus, there are a lot of steps that the government has to go through first before they can resort to that. Like garnishing wages or repo'ing his property and selling it to pay it off, none of which ever occurred to him. It's pretty dumb how they just, skipped al those steps and went straight to arresting him, unless the cops are just being jerks.
But cops are never jerks!

Anyways, back to yesterday. So, they cuff and stuff EDIT, now me and my other brother are left in the car. They ask him to step out of the car, and one cop does a skimpy search on him, just making sure he doesn't have anything big on him. Now, mind you, the other 4 cops are still watching me like a hawk. They have me sit in the car until another cop car pulls up with two more cops in it. Great, 7 cops here to deal with three teenage men. Yes, my record may say that I'm a lethal weapon, but lets put it like this Blog, I'm no match for 4 guys with guns, let alone 7. I wasn't even thinking of doing anything stupid, I had no reason to. So, now we have 7 cops and two K-9 units on scene just to watch me get out of the car.

So, they ask me to stick my hands out of the car door(Take note, that this car is a tiny little two door Mazda, and I'm sitting in the back seat). So, I do that, then they tell me to get out of the back of the car with my hands still visible.
Ummm, hello!?! How do you want me to manage folding the seat, moving it forward, and actually commit to getting a foot out of the car without using my hands?!
Anyways, I found a way, some how. And as soon as my feet hit the ground, they all had their guns unbuttoned, and one hand on them. 7 cops, one man. I still don't get it.
Anyways, they have me assume the position, and one cop starts searching me. Check this out though; it's 10 degrees outside with a -1 degree wind chill that's blowing at 15 mph. They checked every creavase, every hole, open your mouth, stick out your tongue, do you have anything shoved up your butt, any weapons, wait, what's that!?!
"It's a lighter."
Snap, okay, lets keep searching. Take his hoody off, take his shoes off, lift his shirt up, make sure his abs aren't hiding anything, what about under his arm pits? Oh, he's wearing a hat. "Take your hat off, please."
At this point, I'm heated and sick of their crap, so I take my beanie off and throw it right at him. The jerk said, "I said take it off, not throw it.
...
You can put your hat back on now."

It was absolutely ridiculous. First off, they pull us over for no reason, and next thing I know I'm getting strip searched on this street because apparently I'm supposed to have something illegal on me.
Finally, they got done searching me, after about 3 cops did the same search in a row.
Now, time for the dogs. They had each dog go through that car 12 different times, while me and my brother are standing in this blistering cold wind, shorts and a hoody, my feet are freezing and soaked...

Then they commenced talking about EDIT like he's a deadbeat dad. That was the last straw. I started going off on them, saying things that mostly I can't repeat on CF, but just insulting them the Caleb way. I was fed up with their crap, and I told each and every single one of them that were there that I was going to have their badges mounted on my wall. They even had the nerve to say, "Yeah, good luck."
So I kept on doing what I was doing before, "Obviously, you guys are new, seeing as how you had to scan my info to find out who I am. There's your captain, ask him what happens to cops that decide to play their games with me. Go on, find out where his "best" went. I can tell you this, they didn't get promoted."
That's when their commanding officer left the scene, but not before my brother had the chance to say, "Man, our tax dollars paying the finest."

The only break we had, was when our aunt Marti drove by and saw me leaning against one of the cop cars, so we got a ride back to Sherman. Otherwise those cops were gonna take us in with my brother that was getting arrested for no reason.

And people ask me why I have a problem with cops. Because, they can do whatever they want, and get away with it. It's your word versus theirs. But, what they don't know, is that I have a great lawyer, and I'm going to hold tight on my word. He's working on getting the police dash video today, and that's all the more evidence we need to get these cops kicked off the force.

As far as my brothers situation goes, please pray for him. This is a first for him, and there's really no reason why he should be in there. I'd trade places with him in an instant if I could...

Well, sorry for the long entry, Blog. But I just had to get that off my mind.
Time to go do all that crap, and start getting things sorted out.
Yay.