Once when I was 14 I was walking home from a friend's house, around 9 p.m. and was stopped by a police cruiser.

The cop gets out of the car begins to question me on what I'm doing, orders me to take off my headphones,asks do I have weapons on me, am I high, etc.

He eventually sits me down on the curb with my arms behind my backs and my feet crossed while he went back to his car for something.

Eventually he demands I ID myself as I only had my music player and headphones on my person at the time. At this point I'm already freaking out and pissed off that I've been out here almost 45 minutes and this cop is just looking for any reason to hold me.

I give him my name and then he asks where do I live. I refuse to tell him as if I'm not under arrest I'm under no obligation to tell him that and just want to be able to go home already.

His demeanor transformed from angry to enraged as he then slaps cuffs on me and begins asking me if I've been spraying graffiti tonight and claiming he found empty beer bottles nearby that might be mine.

I was placed in the back of the cruiser, cuffed, and without reading me any of my rights I was driven around town as the cop tried to figure out where I lived by my name alone. I stayed quiet and didn't say anything in the back of the car as I knew he was fucking up. (even at 14 I could recognize the bs the cop was pulling.)

Long story short, he finds out where I live, take me to my house where my mother slaps the shit out of me and tells the cop to take me away.

I spend about a day in a holding cell before my grandparents pick me up and take me home.

To this day I get goosebumps and a vein on my forehead just recounting that night.