Me and the crew were just getting from point A to point B, looking at spots before we were done skating for the day. We started to head toward the car, since there was a big party at SHADY LANE that night. One lady cop told us to get our boards off the sidewalk, so we respectfully did. We walked across the street and jumped back on our boards to bomb a hill. That lady cop i guess, had it out for u
s for "disobeying" her. Cop-Cunt followed us down Peachtree to catch up with us. She confronted us again and we basically got ambushed by cops coming in all directions. They told us to sit down and hand over our ID's. after a while of dealing with the most uninformative officers ever enlisted on the Force, a "Prisoner Transportation Unit" pulled up and gave us our much need/ awaited answer. "Boys, we're headed to jail." And not just any jail, a precinct in downtown Atlanta, GA. To make a long story short, when we got called up together on our court date we pleaded NOLO CONTENDERE (meaning: No Contest) in court and got out of paying court costs, fines, and we even got our boards back. That's the story in a nutshell; it's better when we tell it in person. PLEAD NOLO!!!
-Corey Rosson
