BPM is now a felon due to the following events in Southern California:

On October 12th I heard knocking at the door, so I go to answer it and see 3 sheriffs. They wanted to conduct a plant check on my medical marijuana grow, I said "wait here, let me go get my family" but like all crooked cops they couldn't wait 1 minute while I went to go get my mother. They basically invited themselves in, no warrant or anything. We agree to let them do a plant check (all of our plants are outside), so they come outside and look at our plants, we give them our medical license and they seemed pretty bummed that they couldn't bust us.

However there plan had worked they'd gotten us outside and separated, while sheriff nosey walks in and rips apart our house. It was an illegal search and seizure all the way, as we did not give them permission to search our house and they had no warrant. Sheriff Nosey even goes as far as ripping apart my moms underwear drawer... So they find my weed, and I had a scale so I basically got it for sales of marijuana, however all the marijuana they took from me was my own personal stash and I didn't have any weed for sale.

Cops are big fat fucking liars, it seems they lied to my parents a lot, even about how they handcuffed me.... Imagine all those little chubby baby faced assholes you went to school with. Now they're all grown up, injecting steroids, and overall feeling like they are invincible with a strong love for God, Guns, and acting tough. It seems like a pretty cozy job actually, you can walk around and flaunt power over others, be rude, do nothing but talk to other officers all day, all while a quarter of them are getting paid overtime. Just for them to process my release papers and release me took 8 fucking hours ! The officer just decided to go out for an hour and get starbucks, then come back and flaunt it in our faces. They love mind games... like waking everyone up at 4 am for breakfast, flaunting their freedom, jingling keys as they walk by etc, I could go on and on about the guards... One guard called me 'hippie' and was talking to me about how he liked to take shrooms, and I was like "AND I'M IN HERE !?"

One good thing I can say is that jail was actually better than I had expected (still horrible though, ugh especially the food... BARF). There were some friendly people, and some people you can tell didn't belong at all and were on the receiving end of bad luck. I swear 80% of inmates are tweakers, I met an 18 year old who already had a collapsed vein from shooting up that nastiness.

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