All Hail C-Webb
Hailing from the Chill-Web
I am in dire need of some legal advice, but I can't afford a lawyer, and I want to try and keep this is private as possible. If there are any lawyers (or anyone knowledgable about blackmail) that post here, and are willing to answer a few questions for me, could you please send me a pm, or just post in this thread.
Since this probably isn't going to interest many people, we can probably turn it into a general legal advice thread, or funny stories regarding the law.
When I was 12 a woman sharing the house with my family tried to stab me with a pair of scissors. I called 911, but this woman had prior sexual relations with one of the officers that came over, needles to say, they didn't listen to shit I had to say (only other adult in the house was my grandmother who doesn't speak English), and just told me to go to sleep. As I was walking up the stairs to my bedroom, I said "you're not my mother, and even she can't tell me when to go to sleep, I will go to bed though." Motherfucker chased me up the stairs pulled his gun out, grabbed me and told me never to speak to an officer of the law like that again. Later that night the police called us down to the precinct (grandmother, younger brother, same age cousin, and myself), kept us there for 5 minutes, and said they would drive us home. They claimed that there was no room in the car for all of us, so they put myself and brother in one car, and grandmother and cousin in another. The officers then took us to childrens services and said we were being neglected (despite the fact that my grandmother was fully capable of looking after us, and they left my cousin with her), and we were stuck there for 2 days untill my mother was finally able to get us out. Moral of the story: Never move to Forest Hills.
Since this probably isn't going to interest many people, we can probably turn it into a general legal advice thread, or funny stories regarding the law.
When I was 12 a woman sharing the house with my family tried to stab me with a pair of scissors. I called 911, but this woman had prior sexual relations with one of the officers that came over, needles to say, they didn't listen to shit I had to say (only other adult in the house was my grandmother who doesn't speak English), and just told me to go to sleep. As I was walking up the stairs to my bedroom, I said "you're not my mother, and even she can't tell me when to go to sleep, I will go to bed though." Motherfucker chased me up the stairs pulled his gun out, grabbed me and told me never to speak to an officer of the law like that again. Later that night the police called us down to the precinct (grandmother, younger brother, same age cousin, and myself), kept us there for 5 minutes, and said they would drive us home. They claimed that there was no room in the car for all of us, so they put myself and brother in one car, and grandmother and cousin in another. The officers then took us to childrens services and said we were being neglected (despite the fact that my grandmother was fully capable of looking after us, and they left my cousin with her), and we were stuck there for 2 days untill my mother was finally able to get us out. Moral of the story: Never move to Forest Hills.
