Warrants

Handcuffs and Questioning

   The handcuffs on my wrists are starting to burn. My mind is calm, my heart isn't racing. You know, the normal things you think would happen when you get arrested. This happens so often, all the police officers in the county know my name. I don't even call them "Officer" or "Sir" any longer, we're on a first name basis. When they take me in for questioning, I'll eat all the donuts and ask for a Mountain Dew. I basically live at the detention center. The ladies at the front desk are nice at least. When I'm locked up, sometimes they bake me cookies and crochet blankets for me. I get cards from them also.

   Mom says I need to learn my lesson, Dad really doesn't care anymore. My older brother Jake is always getting in trouble right along side me. Jake is only older by an hour, but he likes to remind me that he's the "only big brother I'll ever have". The cops know us so well, we stay in the same cell every time. Always together. Once we get out, they know we will be back at least a week later, if not less. We never really mind. It's better than where we usually stay. As long as Jake is with me, I never mind where we are. Life is good with him.

I'm going in for questioning now. Jake will go in right after me. We always have our stories planned out before we go back. It's not like we ever try to save our selves from being locked up. The cops always get a kick out of our stories anyway. I guess they think it's kind of funny to hear our crazy messed up lives.