Hearing the words not guilty come out of the Judges mouth was almost surreal. I was at my sentencing hearing and I had a good feeling I would get a not guilty but you hope for the best prepare for the worst.
This all started a couple of months earlier when a friend and I were in my car at 5am and its snowing outside and my car does not handle well in the snow what so ever so my friend and I decided to wait it out. So I ran inside QFC to grab something to eat and drink. In Seattle Washington all QFC s have Top Pot Doughnuts served fresh every morning in their bakery and since I was going to be stuck here for a while I thought I might indulge in a fresh apple fritter and maple bar and a ice cold bottle of milk. When I got back to the car my friend had two meth pipes otherwise known as bubbles in his lap. One of these bubbles was broken and dirty and the other was new but you slightly used. So me being the good friend that I am decided I would put them away for him because he was passed out hard after doing a wap of black. So I picked them up and I decided to clean them while I ate my breakfast and waiting for the weather to clear up enough so that the roads would be safe to travel. So I started cleaning the two pipes using a upright butane torch that you can buy at your local hardware store that is used for soldering or sweating pipes. The resin that is in the pipes is stuck to the sides of the glass and by taking the butane torch and turning it on high and applying the flame directly to the glass and it up till the glass turns redhot it will burn off any residue and and once cooled down leaves the glass looking spotless and brand new. I completed the first one with no problems but during the cleaning process of the second broken one I must have nodded out because next thing I know a local Police Officer is tapping on my window requesting that I open the door or roll down the window. I immediately snapped out of the sleep I was in and I tried to cover the objects that were in my lap but it was too late and the cop had already seen the pipes. So I opened my door and the police officer slowly removed the pipes and then pulled me out of the car and handcuffed me and put me in the squad car. The police officer must have been in a good mood that day because he decided not to search my car even though he had the right too. Which was nice cause I didn’t have dope on me but I did have some in my car. If he did search my car and found the dope the case might have gone a different way but hey everything is for a reason and I was very thankful. So I was booked in jail for possession of Drug Paraphenalia. Luckily my mother bailed me out which was nice cause I didn’t see that coming at all, I only spent a few hours in this small town jail. My parents told me that this is the one and only time they are bailing me out of jail and boy they have stuck to their guns. I wish they would have told me “Hey DopeHead, we are only going to bail you out of jail one time in your whole life do you wish to use this card here and now?”. In hindsight I probably would have said yes, but if I could forsee the tumoltuous year that 2017 was going to be I would have put that get out of jail free card in my wallet and saved it for another day.
So fast forward a few months and its the day before the pre-trial I called my lawyer to speak with him regarding my case. When he opened up my file he told me that they had pictures and that it wasn’t looking very good and that we should take the best deal we can get for it. He wanted to me to basically plead guilty and take whatever the prosecutor was offering me which at this time neither of us knew because it was they day before the pre-trial which is usually when you get offered a deal so you case dosent have to go to the box. But I’m not a push over and this would honestly be my second paraphenalia charge in the State of Washington and I remember my previous lawyer mentioned something to me during that case that the Prosecutor had to prove that I had used the paraphenalia or was going to use it illegally. So I blurted out hey wait a minute if I remember correctly one of the pipes was broken and according to Washington State law on paraphernalia the pipe has to be whole and be usable, if the pipe is broken and said drug can not be consumed thru it then they can not charge you with possession of paraphernalia, and the other pipe was clean and looked brand new and that pipe was bought at the local smoke shop where it is legal to sell and purchase. The lawyer looked at the pictures that were in the file and to his surprise the pipe that was clearly used and had drug residue in it was broken and the other pipe was intact was spotless otherwise brand new looking. So the following day in court my lawyer asked for a continuance and asked me to waive my right to a speedy trial and I also chose to have my case set as a Trial by Judge which essentially makes the presiding Judge my jury and my executioner. So after a couple months went by we were back in court in front of the same judge to find out what my fate was. In short my lawyer who for a public defender was very competent, smart lawyer gave his speech and he referenced a few case laws regarding paraphernalia and some RCW’s and he stated that in the State of Washington to be considered paraphernalia a pipe would have to be intact and usable for whatever drug that the paraphernalia was made to be used for and seeing how this particular pipe with the residue in it was broken and therefore unusable that it should be immiscible from the case and that the other pipe had no residue and therefore was brand new and anyone over the age of 18 could walk into a smoke shop and purchase a pipe exactly like this one. Therefore it cannot be considered drug paraphernalia until an illegal substance is used in this pipe. he finished by stating that I should be found not guilty by the fact that the pipe that was intact can we purchase over the counter legally by anyone of age and that seeing how I had no illegal substances on me the city cannot prove without a doubt that I was going to use said pipe to ingest illegal substances. The prosecuting attorney went through her song and dance stating that said broken pipe that had the residue in it could be used to smoke heroin through it which is silly because it is a meth pipe and any drug user knows the difference between these two different paraphernalia is and she tried to argue that I was going to use drugs through the pipe and referenced previous charges in different counties and cities that I was currently fighting. After going thru the normal paces and hearing my lawyer and the DA say some words regarding their arguments the judge had the stand. The judge spoke loud and clear and made sure that everything he said was understood and taken as law. He first let me know that he found me NOT GUILTY which as I said before is a very surreal moment. When those words left the judges mouth my knees became weak the breath was sucked out of me and I could feel and hear even the smallest sound in the room. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing had the judge really just found me not guilty, did I really just win the case the feelings I felt at that moment are indescribable even though it is just a small misdemeanor case out of a small City in the Pacific Northwest it was like I had beat a murder rap in Superior Court in Washington DC . I felt like I was on cloud nine. I have been telling my parents and my family for a long time that those pipes we’re not mine which they werent that they were my friends and that it had just been poor timing and I feel that a higher power and intervened and set the record straight. The Judge went on to explain why he found me not guilty and it was plain and simple because the pipe that clearly had residue was broken and the intact pipe had never been used. He said my attorney was correct that to be considered drug paraphernalia that the pipe had to be intact and he sighted the same case law my lawyer did. He also stated that the intact pipe was a product that can be purchased legally within Washington State and said pipe was brand new and had no drug residue in it so it was not drug paraphernalia and that the prosecutor couldn’t prove without a doubt that I had planned to use the new pipe within His city limits because when i was arrested I had no drugs on my person. My case was a landmark case is now considered case-law in the State of Washington and is being used in all future paraphenalia cases.
So boys and girls what did we learn today. Well today we learned that if you are ever being pulled over and you are smoking meth well smash the shit out of the pipe and you cannot be charged for it. It actually happened to me when I was being arrested recently. The police were pursuing me and they knocked me down which caused me to fall and roll and once they had me cuffed and pulled out all my belongings my glass pipe was broke and they could not charge me for it. When they pulled that broken pipe out of my pocket they looked right at me and I had a big shit eating grin on my face and the officer who held the pipe in his hand said fuck it broke.
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Thank you for reading. One love to all my family and my friends and even the people who I might have done bad things with. If you were a part of my life then somewhere inside of you is a good person who is just making he wrong decisions due to an addiction that you hate and wish everyday you could defeat.
Right now as I type I’m sitting in court waiting for my name to be called. I missed role call so I didn’t get my name called to set my next hearing date and I was really stressing out thinking I fucked up and a warrant is going to be issued but I guess the judge just went thru role call and if you are present for role call the judge runs thru the calendar and when done he double checks and luckily that’s when I was called again and I was able to go in front of the judge and have my next trial date set. The weirdest thing happened though I was given a no-contact order against some man who I have no idea who he is or why I’m being charged. I thought I was going in to be arraigned for a 3rd degree theft charge which is a misdemeanor. Heroin and Meth have me doing so much stupid shit one because I need the money and two for the thrill and the chase. I like to believe that I am smarter then the average bear and some of this illegal shit I do is a game to if I can get away with it. A lot of the people I hang out with that use and do not have a job or make enough to support their habit like to come to me or should I say work with me because of how thorough I am and how I plan every step of the way from when we get out or the car till we are driving away with out spoils of war and no enemies on our tail. I have a few rules I live by 1.) Work Smarter Not Harder 2.) Fuck the Dumb – this one has a double mean as in I don’t have time for stupid people or people. 3.) Dont Get Stuck On Stupid. I feel like this is self explanatory.
These are just a few rules I have implemented over time due to me learning the hard way. Using drugs isn’t the smartest thing to do and there are a lot of people who do not use their brain that God gave them when conducting themselves. Which in turn lands them in a lot of hot water. I am currently dealing with a few legal issues that have me really stressed out and scared to my teacher but trying to live life one day at a time and it better.
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Hey, what’s up ya’ll? Thanks for joining me on my journey putting my life as a heroin addict in written word to help me. To help me try and figure out where I went wrong in life and why a kid who never even got sent to the principals office and who had a promising life ahead of him as he was progressing threw and succeeding as he climbed his way up the corporate ladder and with every new job was taking a step forward till all of a sudden it was a succession of failures and fuck ups that he can only blame on himself and no one else. My name is Paul, I grew up in a beautiful city called Kirkland in the best place on earth the Greater Pacific North West. Kirkland was just a quiet sleepy fishing town on the opposite banks of lake Washington from the big bustling city of Seattle. This little town grew quickly and became quite affluent yet my parents where able to get in on the ground floor I guess you could say. They purchased a home in North Juanita neighborhood of Kirkland only minutes from the lake Washington shoreline for just under 100k for a little under 1500 sq ft 3 bedroom 2 story home to small for the family that lived in it but it made us the tight knit bunch that though we had differences loved each other and cared for each other more then anything else in the world. Yet as we got bigger and so did the city just like every other city across the country drugs found its way into my family mainly and solely me. I then systematically began to tear down everything my parents had worked so hard to build and provide for us. Well my sisters lives are what they make of it, I know I effect theirs negatively emotionally but they still progressed like the strong, smart, beautiful women that they are. I’d like to think I had a little to do with some of that but in reality I probably didn’t. I was one of the lucky few in this day and age that I had two parents that loved each other and their children and didn’t divorce when the going got tough. My mother was a by the books, follow the rules cause they are there for a reason type person and had a very successful career because of it. She enter the workforce at a young age with just a high school diploma in hand and started working for the government in Social Security office as a paralegal and finished her career making over six figures a running an entire office but it wasn’t easy it took a toll on her physically and mentally but she earned everything by working hard, and following the rules which took her step by step up the government ladder as a women which is not an easy thing to do. I admire her and look up to her tremendously and because of her and my dad and sisters I hold women in the highest regard and cherish and worship the ground they walk on. The women that I fall in love with are treated like goddesses and as such they can do no wrong which isn’t always the truth but hey I guess I’m a hopeless romantic in the age of where most women want a broken asshole who treats them like garbage while I get friend zoned. I guess because growing up my grandma was a huge parent of my life as was my grandpa for the short amount of time but they were old fashioned and raised me and instilled in me as such. I’ve always respected my elders, said my pleases and thanks you’d, and opened the doors for women. When today doing such can get you bitched out by a feminist who says she can open the damn door her got damn self and I ask did you also learn the English language “your got damn self” as well?. Lol. Sorry for the random tangent remember my brain is on drugs heroin and meth so I can be long winded at times and totally off topic and sporadic at others. So close the page if you can’t handle that or continue on if your interest is piqued. All I can promise you is I will be 100% honest with you and hopefully make you laugh, maybe shead a tear but don’t do it for me do it for the people’s lives I’ve ruined, cause there might be some truths revealed that could put me in jail or killed by outlaw drug lords or international gangs. Now back to my parents. By now you have an idea of what my mother was like and how I looked up to her. Well my father is no different. He grew up on the east coast in a strict catholic family to a single mother who had him out of wedlock. If you know anything about east coast catholic community then you know that their is no bigger sin then that yet my father and grandma were well accepted by the community and were quite up standing members of the community. My father an alter boy and my grandma an amazingly strong one legged Irish Catholic women who raised an amazing man all by herself when for the first part of my dads life my grandma had all but given up on her own and lay in a hospital bed after one leg was amputated she gave up living as my anther a new born bounced from aunt and uncle and cousins home to home to home until one day my dads uncle brought my father to the hospital and gave my grandma a reality check. He said Eileen you need to snap out of it stop feeling sorry for yourself and raise your son. Look at him he’s being bounced from home to home no stability. This young boy needs you, he needs you to raise him. My grandma the strong hard headed women that she was snapped out of it and raised my dad to be an amazing man who was an even better father to his kids while learning to be one as he went cause he didn’t have a father to watch and learn how to be one from. But he turned out to be the best damn father anyone could ever ask for. It’s defiantly nothing my parents did that made me take a 180 and head down this dark path that was the express lane to loser, low life scum bag ville that I took. That will hopefully reveal itself down the line as I talk about aspects of my life. My father had a good job during my adolescent years but he was laid off at a bad time which changed my family’s trajectory quite a bit but it didn’t slow my parents down they adjusted and made the best out of it. My dad tried to gain financial freedom by starting his own company which as a young boy I watched him try idea after idea that never got off the ground and saw the toll it took on him. To this day it breaks my heart he never succeeded but he found his niche with the biggest electronic corporation in the world and worked his way up from the hot warehouse to an air conditioned office in the same building but on the otheside of the wall until he bumped his bald head on a glass ceiling which ment he rose as high as his white skin would take him in this japenese owned and opporated company would allow. But he made big waves and installed a system that he created when he first started for organizing tiny parts in a ginormous warehouse that was so efficient and productive that the company implemented his system in every warehouse around the world and sent him to places he never could imagine to go to only 10yrs earlier. It inspired me as an 18 yr old to do the same in my first office job where I instilled a more efficient and productive way of distributing my companies product to its end users that is still in use today 12yrs later very efficiently but the numbers I produced plus the near non existent error margin will never be replicated but can be close. Nothing’s better then the real thing baby. Hahaha. Jk. I’m sure who ever is doing now is doing it better just not with my style. Lol.
Well if you made it this far there must be something wrong with you but thank you. Now you kinda know where I came from and the two individuals who gave me life and what makes them tick. Hopefully my next post will be much more entertaining. Also be prepared for sporadic stories and timeline jumps while my drug addled brain remembers events that brought me to where I am today.
Thank you pls like, subscribe and comment. Oh yeah yes I kno I have tons of run on sentences and misspelled words. I’m high as fuck right now you jack ass. Plus my mind works analytically not artistically or creative. Language art was my worst subject, math and science were my easy classes, writing I struggled in due to all but one of my teachers pidgeoned holed me and stereo typed me and never gave me the help I needed due to the fact I had the same writing teacher all my 7,8,9 grades and when I hit high school I was already far behind my classmates.