Even tho your a bytch ass attention whore, imma add on.
Yes, I was a victim of police brutality, but i brutalized him first. A junkie smashed my car, and when Officer bytchkowski showed up i tried to give him my license and registration. He yells "go sit down on the curb" but it was raining so I asked him could i just stand over there? This motherfukker pulls out his pepper spray, i told him your not gonna spray me with no pepper spray. He shook it up and sprayed it in my face, the police pepper spray isn't like air freshener, that shyt is like a super soaker. I been to jail and ate plenty pepper spray, so all that shyt does is make me mad.
His reaction was like "oh shyt thats not what's supposed to happen" so he whipped out a collapsible baton. I told him "your NOT going to beat me in the middle of the street". So he swung the baton, i ducked. he swung bout 3-4 times and i kept blocking him. But it was a natural reaction after that, every time he swung i stole him. I snatched his baton and threw it to the other side of the street. By this time there was a huge crowd yelling at him, if it wasnt for that im sure he woulda shot me dead where i stood.
Backup came and i put my hands behind my back, of course they tackled me and cuffed me. This fakkit goes and grabs his baton and starts beating me all the while his partners are like "stop hitting him". He tried to hit me in the face, since i was cuffed i couldnt do anything but make sure he made contact with the hardest part of my head, the forehead. Split my dome wide open, i had to get 7 staples.
But i split his lip down the middle and blacked both his eyes out. The funny thing was when i was in the hospital, the officer has to stay with the injured person until they get either admitted or released to prison. He kept having to put napkins to sop up all the blood from his lips, and his eyes were swelling shut, all the while his partners are laughing at him.
They stapled me up with the quickness to get to him, they did such a shytty job i went to jail with my head wrapped like a mummy still bleeding. With my history and the seriousness of the situation, i thought i was getting a sky high bail. But they rushed me to the commissioner, and he says i'm releasing you on your own recognisance. And then he says "Black man to black man, i'm only doing this because if you die in here it's our fault but if you die on the street were not responsible."
Soon as i hit the free air i stopped bleeding.