My favorite mistake would have to be getting pulled over and having drug paraphernalia. I didn't really learn anything from it but I will never forget the most frightening experience of my life so far. One stupid mistake can totally change your life for better or for worse, but no matter what you always have to learn from your mistakes so maybe next time you don't make the same mistake again.
This mistake started a week before, when my friend Chibi and I had a conversation while playing Xbox. We were listening to blaring music while playing our favorite game, Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. Chibi turned down the volume and said, "Aye bro I'm throwing a party for my birthday on four twenty next week, wanna come?" At first the idea was irrelevant to me because that night I was going to rent movies with my girlfriend and eat junk food and stay at my house.
Unsure of what I should do I said, "I don't know dog I'm supposed to chill with Bubba that night, I'll hit her up to see if she wants to go to the party and the next night we'll have our movie night."
"Alright dude text her, NOW!" Chibi demanded.
"Ok, puto hol' up," I replied with a chuckle. I texted my girlfriend, Liana, to see if she was ok with the sudden change of plans. And she was so everything was all good for the next week. The following week was full of buzz about that party. Everyone who's anyone was planning to go to this party because Chibi is really known as a popular friendly guy.
My girlfriend came to my house after school and later on my cousin and a couple friends arrived at my house to hang out before the party. The party house was about four blocks away from my house so we walked and got there around 9 pm. When we arrived at the party everyone split up and did their own thing while Liana and I met up with some other friends and Chibi to wish him a happy birthday for tomorrow. The house was loud with great music playing and a bunch of teenagers were dancing. We went upstairs to Chibi's room and there was about 7 of our friends sitting around getting high as kites off of weed.
People were drinking and doing illegal things but hey, it's a party and were teens; we just wanted to have a good time. Around 10:30 or so a group of people who claimed West Park arrived and they were definitely NOT invited. No one really likes the people who showed up but they let them in and have fun too. It was about 1 am and the party started to die down after an appearance from the police. So I told my girlfriend we should go back home and we got my cousin and a few friends and we headed back to my house.
We started walking home down Suey street and we noticed the group of people from the party that were not invited. They were being loud and obnoxious from the other side of the street and one of them shouted, “Fuck you!” We didn’t want any problems because it was already past curfew and we were just trying to get home. They crossed the street to where we were and I noticed an aroma of beer and marijuana coming from a guy who looked about the same age as I was and he was the same size. He tried banging on me cause I was wearing a “WEST SIDE” shirt and he asked me where I’m from. I told him I didn’t bang but if he wanted problems we could make that happen. I set my backpack down and I noticed everyone set their backpack right where mine was. I walked to the middle of the street and he walked to me and pushed me and we squared up. We started fighting and then they pulled us apart cause they heard police sirens. The group of people grabbed their backpacks and ran the opposite direction as we were going because the cops were coming. For some reason I had a strange feeling early in the day that made me think twice about going to the party and this was totally it. The police pulled us over and noticed I had a busted lip. He sat everyone down and asked me about the cut I told him I had been elbowed while playing basketball. The officer smelt marijuana and asked to search us and I gave him permission. He grabbed our backpacks and in my backpack he found a miniature bong and a bag of weed. “That’s not mine!” I shouted.
“Who’s is it than?” The officer questioned.
I told him the real story of how I ended up with the busted lip and backpack. “I must have grabbed the wrong backpack,” I explained. The officer found a wallet in the small pouch of the backpack and in the wallet was a school I.D. of some other person and he decided to let us go home.
Looking back at my favorite mistake I realized I just had bad luck that night and next time if my conscience gives me a bad feeling I should probably follow my conscience.