Weed Gets Out Of Rehab .. And Promptly Gets Arrested Again (almost)!

Ok.. so this time it wasn’t really his fault AND had nothing to do with drugs or alcohol.

I KNOW!! Can you believe it????

Anyway.. so yesterday Weed got out of rehab. Nobody KNEW he was getting out of rehab except the crack whore. But so be it .. at least I didn’t have to go and pick him up.

So she drops him off at the store to get something to eat.

He was in the store for a whole 10 minutes before he left saying that he had do his laundry :: which, btw, I’m doing right now as I type this :: As he’s walking out, he said to me, “.. Oh. Look what my mom found” and shows me this:

That’s a Blackberry Curve in case you didn’t know.

Now, let me explain this.

The Crack Whore has a habit of stealing finding expensive things. Like the time she “found” this iPod for Spaz just in time for his birthday.

She works for a cleaning company.. which, yknow, if you have a JOB then I really don’t understand how you still quality for welfare and food stamps but who am I to say, right? I mean, I’m only struggling to pay my bills and support my family the old fashioned way.

Ok.. way off topic. Sorry.

So Weed shows me the Blackberry and says that the service is turned off. Having a Blackberry once, I told him that there really isn’t anything you can do about it.. especially if it was reported STOLEN because really, if someone steals your phone.. or even if you LOSE your phone.. a normal person is going to report it to their cell carrier.

But anyway.. so he leaves and me and Chief wind up going to the wholesaler’s and then I go home to dye my hair and take a shower because I’m going out to dinner with my girlfriends.

About 7:15 or so, my cell rings. I’m driving so I don’t get a chance to look at the number first ‘cuz, yknow, I don’t answer my phone if I don’t recognize the number.

So I say hello and I get back, “.. Um, Leese. Are you anywhere near [such and such location] because I really need you to come down here because I’m going to get arrested.”

Excuse FUCKING me???

The kid is sobbing, “.. I didn’t do anything. I SWEAR!!”

Didn’t do WHAT for Christ’s sake???

Before he had a chance to answer, a police man got on the phone, “.. this is Dudly DooRight of the [some other town’s] police department.”

Look, Officer DooRight.. I’m driving on 95 right now and there’s no shoulder so I’m going to put you on speaker and you’re GOING TO TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON before I get a GODDAMN ticket for driving on the phone.

He tells me that my son .. EXCUSE ME, NOT MY SON.. STEP SON.. CONTINUE.. He tells me that my STEP son went into the T-Mobile store with a stolen Blackberry and tried to have service put on it. The desk person, who saw that that the phone was stolen on their computer then called the police.

Ahhhhhhh…

I tell him that I’m about 20 minutes away and could they PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE not do anything with him until I get there because there is a HUGE misunderstanding. I even offer to stop and get them donuts and coffee.

Dudley goes for it.. but declines the coffee and donuts. That might be considered a bride.

Ok. Whatever.

So I hang up with him and immediately call Chief but he’s somewhere between the store and home and doesn’t have a cell phone which, I think, it’s reasons like THIS that makes him not want one and not the excuse that we can’t afford another bill.

Then I call the Crack Whore.. and of course, she doesn’t answer her phone.

I finally get down to where Weed and the police are.

Weed’s all huddled in the corner like a wet blob.. head in his hands sobbing.

I find Dudley and explain to him that he just got out of rehab like 8 HOURS AGO.. his mother, the crack whore, had found this phone and gave it to him. I know for a fact that he didn’t steal it but don’t know for a fact if SHE stole it because she’s been known to do stuff like that in the past. But in THIS case.. he really didn’t do anything at all.

To further make my case, I called the crack whore again and left her message saying:

Yea.. you know that Blackberry you found and gave to Weed? He’s THISCLOSE to getting arrested for stealing it so I suggest the next time you FIND something.. just leave it the hell where it is or DON’T GIVE IT TO YOUR FUCKING KIDS.

Dudley was still a little suspicious but the other cop that was there seemed to realize that I was being on the up and up so they let Weed go.

When we got in the car, I didn’t say anything. He thanks me for going to get him and for verifying what he had already told the police.

I said, “.. yknow. When are you going to realize that nothing good comes out of anything your mother FINDS? Because really, if you were smart, you would have tried to sell it and anyway..where did you get the money to have a phone activated?”

He said that she gave him the money and I’m like.. great. She couldn’t give you money while you were in rehab to do your laundry or get you a phone card or for the vending machines but she can for this? Is it me or is there something wrong with this picture?

I don’t think I’ll ever understand.. honestly, I don’t.