rich boy. You think it’s fun running
around with these guys? This isn’t
play-play anymore. Just tell me the
truth about your friends and the
gun, and I’ll let you go.”
I told him no, and he threw me
back in the cell. We spent the night,
and the next day I called a friend,
who said he could borrow the
money from his dad to get us out.
Later that day the dad came down
and paid the money. The cops kept
calling it “bail,” but it was a bribe.
We were never formally arrested or
processed. There was no paperwork.
We got out and everything was
fine, but it rattled us. Every day we