How have you behaved when pulled over?
I'm not friendly with them, but not hostile either. No sudden movements. Probably not a great idea. People get shot for less.
One time when I first started driving, I was about 19, just started college. My mom's "friend" Vera was dosing her with her kids ridalin. Got her to give her money in her compromised mental state. This is the cause I was given, but anyways, mom had a psychotic break.
Slow, subtle, even amusing, at first. She was behaving strangely, obsessively, progressed into thinking there were listening devices in the walls. She made my best friend and I tinfoil mind read blocking hats, which we wore and laughed.
My stepfather got fed up and left. Later that night, she mistook me for my dead father, called the cops. One to either side of the door, guns unsnapped and hands on grips, ready to draw. I talked them down, but they must've been coming off shift or something, because instead of taking her to psychiatric observation, they put her in my car and gave me directions.
Way out in the county, 2am, I get lost. I spot a cop talking to a gas station attendant. I pull in to ask for directions. Mom reacts wildly, jumps out of the still moving car screaming, Help! My son is trying to kill me!
Cop puts my mom behind her, gets on her shoulder walkie, calls in reinforcements. I stop the car, get out. 2 more patrol cars zip in. 4 cops get down behind their open car doors, all 5 guns drawn and aimed.
Exhausted, numb, shoeless. I slowly raise my arms and say, My mother's gone insane. Please don't kill me.
Jeez. Life is something else. Smh
One time when I first started driving, I was about 19, just started college. My mom's "friend" Vera was dosing her with her kids ridalin. Got her to give her money in her compromised mental state. This is the cause I was given, but anyways, mom had a psychotic break.
Slow, subtle, even amusing, at first. She was behaving strangely, obsessively, progressed into thinking there were listening devices in the walls. She made my best friend and I tinfoil mind read blocking hats, which we wore and laughed.
My stepfather got fed up and left. Later that night, she mistook me for my dead father, called the cops. One to either side of the door, guns unsnapped and hands on grips, ready to draw. I talked them down, but they must've been coming off shift or something, because instead of taking her to psychiatric observation, they put her in my car and gave me directions.
Way out in the county, 2am, I get lost. I spot a cop talking to a gas station attendant. I pull in to ask for directions. Mom reacts wildly, jumps out of the still moving car screaming, Help! My son is trying to kill me!
Cop puts my mom behind her, gets on her shoulder walkie, calls in reinforcements. I stop the car, get out. 2 more patrol cars zip in. 4 cops get down behind their open car doors, all 5 guns drawn and aimed.
Exhausted, numb, shoeless. I slowly raise my arms and say, My mother's gone insane. Please don't kill me.
Jeez. Life is something else. Smh
46-50, M
