I'm saying this because it's public record. Apparently swim had been asleep for two days on the floor of a felony block in the county jail, that's what the guy told him that woke him up, He said "It's cool if you don't want to eat, but if you're not going to could you at least stand in line to get your food and give it away?" That wasn't going to happen, swim was fucking starving, but swim was finding it hard to get up with the stack of papers laying on his chest.
It's all coming back to him now...
14 felony counts of B&E and Larceny later the reality and severity of the situation swim was in begins to sink in while simultaneously staring at some form of gang banger jacking his dick behind the most atrocious female guard he have ever seen -who was at the time conducting a cell search (I guess in his mind then was a better time than any)
Until swim read the report the last thing swim remembers was walking through Walmart with a few friends, apparently the day before swim had ingested at least 2 or 3 Klonopins so it's safe to say swim wasn't in the mind of rational life choices. According to a friend between the three of them they had polished of a bottle of around 40 1mg "833's"- we can further deduce that swim had ingested between 12 and 13 of these surprisingly tasty little snacks- and so the games had begone.
High out of swims mind and freshly Inspired by the poetic words of Young Jeezy "I command you nagga's ta get money" the next 2 days turned in to some kind of sick GTA fantasy breaking into entire strip malls mostly without recollection under the cover of night on main road ways (which is always heavy with police traffic in the area). One of the few things swim remembers is swim and (I'm going to say "bob" for this story) bob sitting on the front side walk of a defenseless strip mall that just been broken into eating out of a tube of ice-cream they had found inside one of the shops- watching the cops respond to the strip mall across the street that had just been had by what it appeared to be a group of unknown "assailants", crafty little bastards they must have been, to be alluding the cops that well, making a mockery of the law.
Always a step ahead, but every story has an end and every person committing a crime (on Klonopins) will eventually be penetrated by the long dick of the law, swim and fellow delinquents where eventually apprehended. But swim wasn't done, after being 48hours+ no sleep and still up interrogation to swim seemed to last forever.
Detectives hit swim with everything they had, every trick in the book "WE GOT YA PRINTS, WE GOT YA ON DA CAMERA, WE GOT A DISSECTION OF YA VEHICLE" but swim questioned the competence of their 2 hour investigation, he knew -deep down on some primal level that the detective meant to say "Description" and that they where lying. Swim said to the detective "you're lying"
Detective: "AND WHAT MAKES YA SAY THAT SMART ASS?!"
(Post 5 putdowns) Swim pulled out a pair of medical gloves -he had never put on- out of his baller shorts and threw them on the table-
panic, the only word to describe the detectives face -as his actions began to speak for him rushing the gloves off to evidence.
Swim eventually negotiated one of his fellow delinquents involvement, signing an admission to guilt in release of one of his friends who at the time was a minor.
It is safe to say, after not taking the horrible advice of his fellow incarcerated "felons" (NAW MAN, WHAT YA GOTTA DO IS...) he would never fuck with Klonopins again.