Drug Bust!

There was a drug bust in my house.

Yeah, I make it sound so nonchalant.

But honestly, its not something you laugh about. Well, I still do bits and pieces here and there. But no one knows how traumatizing shit like this can be.

I mean don't get me wrong, no one shot me in the head or anything or else I wouldn't be typing this nor did anyone hold me at gunpoint (touch wood) but well, I was still a little traumatized so yeah, give me a week.

I should be okay as soon as we change the locks.

Ok so what happened?

It was last Friday and I had actually not wanted to go out but since Erica was really persistent i was like, okay fine.

I got on the 7.40pm bus listening to my ChiPod which was playing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper when 3 seconds into the bus moving it stopped. I looked at the bus door to see a woman entering the bus and said something to the bus driver.

And then she walks straight to me and goes "You need to come with me" and flashes her police badge. I was like what the...

So I got off the bus.

And then the conversation went like this:

"Do you live at 311 Stannard Avenue?" she asked.

"Yes? Why is everything okay?" I asked.

She then proceeded with, "do you know the couple downstairs?"

I was like "kinda but not really actually I've only spoken to the girl like twice. Why whats wrong? The guy can be verbal abusive. Is that the problem?"

"He's been arrested..." she said.

"Oh damn..what did he do?" I asked.

"He was actually arrested because we caught him drug dealing and we have reasonable belief that there are drugs in your house. Is there anyone else in the house? Is the kid in there?"

"Oh my God (more like, holy shit in my head) no no one is home but me and her. I thought he was in too but I guess if he's been arrested its just her." I said.

"Where's Candace (my landlady)?" she asks.

"She's with her boyfriend" I said.

Then we were distracted because her partners showed up.

"Listen, we're going to have to get you to come down to the station because you live in there you have to be detained. Also we need your assistance on the layout of the house"

I was like "Um, really? But I'm meeting my friends."

"So sorry but you need to come with us. We apologize for this. You also can't contact anybody to let them know about this." they said.

"Hmm. Okay." I said.

****

And so I ended up at the police station. Not exactly happy but not upset either.

Just dazed and confused and a wee bit curious.

It's really amazing where your mind takes you when you're stuck in a cell for 3 hours.

But they did give me things to do in there.

Such as draw a layout of the house. That killed 45 minutes or so.

After that, well, I was on my own.

Sitting there I thought about the most juvenile things I've done. I pretended to be a criminal. I thought about those CSI scenes where they interrogate you and you act all in denial and shit. I thought about what would happened if I was wrongfully accused and actually had to end up in jail. I imagined what would the Malaysian Consulate need to do to rescue me. I imagined myself sleeping in a cell. I thought about how I would have to take a mug shot. Then I thought "well at least I look good tonight". Stuff like that.

****
After three hours passed, they finally let me go.

What pissed me off was they didn't send me home like they said they would!

Rat Bastards!

So I was left out in the cold at the outskirts of downtown.

I was so pissed. Walking pass the street near China Town where all the drug addicts lurked really pissed me off.

That night I hated drugs because drug addicts need drugs and where do they get them from? STUPID DRUG DEALERS.

I still don't mind weed and mushrooms though. Hehe. What? They're both edible!

Anyways, I reached downtown luckily enough my bus was still running. It was the last bus I think. Which made me so happy cos I didn't have to pay like 8 bucks for a cab ride. I was so relieved. All I could think of was going home and calling my friends and apologizing to them about what happened and then just go to bed.

****

So I get home. And I see unfamiliar cars there. Obviously the cops were still there.

So I walk up to the doorstep and the door was locked. A cop opens it and he was the cop I drew the map for and he was like "I'm sorry you're not supposed to be here yet"

"But they told me I could go!" I said.

"Yeah but we're still not done with the search yet so you can't be here for this. So sorry. Is there some place you can go?"

I was boiling mad already. All I wanted to do was fucking go home. On top of that I was using my Malaysian number so I was trying to limit my calls (but I still called anyways).

"Its 11.30 at night. I would go some place but there are no busses running!" I said.

He just had an apologetic look on his face.

"How long more is this going to take?" I asked.

"Another hour and a half I think" he answered.

Cursing under my breathe I muttered "Fine I'll be at the pub next door".

So I buggered off. REALLY PISSED AND UPSET.

**

I get to the pub which is just 2 minutes away and the pub is CLOSED.

I was so flipping upset.

I sat outside the pub on a bench in the cold in the rain. It was the most scariest feeling ever. I mean I don't mind being alone but I do mind when no one is there to help me in a fucking situation like this.

I tried phoning my friends. No one was picking up.

Until luckily, Jenn picked up my phone call.

Somehow listening to a familiar voice made me bawl for like a good split second. And then Jenn luckily had Luis with her who has a car so they came straight away to the rescue.

Sigh.

What a night it was.

As soon as they arrived I went to pick up my house keys from the cops and they asked me.

"How long have you been living here?"

"A month?" I answered.

"Did you know there were guns down there?"

I was like......fuck.

So yeah, moral of the story is, if you're going to rent out to somebody ask them if they are drug dealers cos you DO NOT want to be in a drug bust.

Trust me on this one!