BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS, WHAT YOU GONNA DO?

On December 22, 2011 6:30 am. My doorbell rings followed by a hard knock. I layed in my bed saying "who the fuck is at my door"?. I didn't get up i stayed in bed. The knock turned into banging, and I began to get scared. Then i heard on what sounded like a bullhorn, "It's the Dekalb County Sheriff's department we know your in there open the door, or we will force entry". Holly Shit i think i almost pissed on my self. It was like a fucking episode of cops at my front door, And for a moment i thought to myself are they shooting a film outside and i didn't get the memo?. I ran down the steps with no pants on. I looked towards my back patio, and there was an officer standing there with his flash light, telling me to OPEN my door. I quickly puts some clothes on, while the officer was actually standing there watching me get dressed. (pervert). You would of thought that my house was being raided. It was 5 officers at my front door. I opened the door, They said "are you Aisha Wilkerson"? i said "Yes i am". The officer says "Maam we have a warrant for your arrest". I think i literally shitted on myself. These assholes were arresting me for not making my payments on a laptop that i got from Aarons.(it's like a rent a center) 0_o. you have got to be fucking kidding me officer?.  Right at this very moment someone is getting their fucking head blown off, and your treating me like i have key loads of dope in my house. These bastards had even parked their cars up the street, i was baffled. Can you guys picture Me being hauled off to jail? 0_o. I get to the jail and they put me in a cell with real criminals, I can't lie i was scared too death. Everybody in there had a legitimate reason for being in the slammer that day. MY NON PAYMENT ASS was just silent as hell.This one girl who i knew was gay came up to me and said "when you go make your one phone call i need you to call my girlfriend" I told her i didn't have a pen. She made me take my earing out my ear, and she carved the number into a piece of paper. That was some real OZ SHIT.  I said to myself,  "I only get too make 1 phone call, what the fuck am i going to do"? Good thing i didn't need to call anyone, because i brought my bail money with me. I seen alot that day. They began to pass out those orange jumpsuits and my heart dropped. Luckily i didn't have to dress out, because i was able to bond myself out. I had bonded myself out at 11:57 am, and those Bastards didn't release me until 11:30 p.m. I didn't eat or drink nothing i had refused. I was hoping that i would just pass out, so they could rush me to the hospital, just so i could get the hell out of there. I paced the floors for 12 damn hours. I seen the light that day. I'm telling you when they released me i went home and took a FUCKING BLEACH BATH. As of today I pay all my fucking BILLS ON TIME.