Yes folks, we've got another chapter in the great American way to write. Be patient with the writing because my first drafts are going to be a little ruff and I'll be going back during the rewrites to fill in the gaps.
However, the arrest went down and I found myself in back of a squad car sitting in the sunshine with the windows and the heater turned on. It was at least a hundred degrees inside while I watched Martin search through my things in my camper. Sure it felt like an invasion of privacy by the guy you would like the least to be doing it. It was like the a______ was getting to do what he was wanting to do ever since he first met me two years ago.
But my concern was that I didn't want to be left empty handed as I was in Carlsbad a few years ago when a bully with a badge accused me of being on drugs the morning I was heading over to my bosses house to pick up his truck.
However, before I was hauled off, I asked Martin's buddy they could find my wallet and phone so I could contact my father. I didn't know where my wallet was, but I told him my phone was on my night stand. It didn't matter because Martin just wanted to screw me over anyway and the wallet was about all he
to find because he knew what the towing bill would cost me if I couldn't tell contact anyone to get it out while I sat in jail. The reason why I say this is that I have four phones, all with the batteries charged, only for the numbers for the names from the years past, even if I had only one operating on a working service. At least any of them would get me the numbers I would need to dial collect from jail.
Martins buddy filled out the property/evidence report which was listing a knife I had found on the beach and it made its way to the junk pile under my seat. However, if they wanted a weapon, they should not have forgot to mention the utility knife on the ledge just over my left shoulder behind the drivers seat. Let alone not forget to mention the electric circuit checker that is more or less an ice pick that was sitting in the center console. Hell the screw driver next to it is something that many cops have arrested people for, considering it as a weapon.
While I was being transported to the jail by Martin's buddy, I began to tell him about the problem of how the stop the phony rumors. I was talking as if there was no way to stop them, because it's the same problem finding a lawyer as it is finding investors for my inventions as it is finding a lawyer to sue the City of Moro Bay. The
will just get bought off, bribed or threatened. Just like the Ernst and Madison firm that has commercials up to ying yang now. And as soon as I started to talk about the time when Martin told kids in the school that I was child molester, he reached over and turned off the recorder he had running.
Once we arrived at the Jail, Martin's buddy was laughing and making fun of my arrest to the other correction officers. I thought for being accused of such a serious crime, one would be a little more serious about the matter.
It wasn't long before the guards were acting as I was some kind of threat to them and made sure I knew they were willing to ruff me up, so I said, "What do you think? I'm stupid or something, I'm not about be any kind threat to any of you." Just as I've done with any cop as well as the first time I meet Martin, when they start to act as if I'm some kind of threat to them, I say, "Don't pay attention to anything you've heard, I'm an open book and you can find out all about me by just Googleing my name. You will find out that I am an inventor and I do own patents. So you can bet I've sacrificed and dedicated my life to my inventions and I'm not about to do any criminal act or hurt anyone in any way because that would ruin my creditability. I expect people to want to invest millions and billions in me and I'm not about to ruin my own creditability over someone or any bully cop that comes along that matter. I can police myself."
Once fingerprinted, they handed me a paper stating the charges and the bail was set at $50,000.00. They asked me if I was going to bail or get into to some oranges. Shit, like my family has $5,000.00 to burn for a few days of freedom.
For the next twenty four hours, I felt ashamed. I realized I'd let myself fall pray to a bully cop. Just the thing I'd avoided over the years, time and time again. I began to look at it from the other perspective and think about the chance that the PA was right and I do need some anger management. Thinking about it and how my own passion gets caught up in frustration and the anger comes out in some of the conversations I get into some times. It's kinna the reason I'll only let myself to pitch my story once in a day. I realized I've been learning to walk away from conversations when I start to get heated. It's something I've been working on over the past couple years because I realize that raising my voice isn't going to make people care. Now days when I get heated, I usually just say, "you don't want to know," and turn my back to them and walk away. However this thing with Martin, I couldn't just walk away. He had me there and he wanted me to threaten him. His goal was to incriminate me and make me out to be the bad guy.
The next day, I took a look at it from the proper prospective. I decided not to beat myself up over the whole deal and realized that they were just trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill and I couldn't blame myself for loosing my cool when I got pulled over. Martin was actually lucky I'm a harmless person how is watched everywhere I go and couldn't get away with doing any harm if I wanted to. I imagine if he did such a thing to the wrong guy, he wouldn't know what hit him. So a few angry words is absolutly nothing to haggle about. He should have just wrote out the ticket and left no matter what I said.
However, I have taken the measure and checked out a book on anger management and I've got another text book type on the way. The funny thing is the first two chapters are actually to determine if one even has a anger management problem. And after reading the first two I realized that leaving Washington was the best thing I could have
Reason being is up there, I never had fun. It was all bad memories and I was suffering from consent annoyances that created anger.
One thing I did learn during the first trip to the court house; is the reasoning for the different colored ID wristbands. Having a Blue one such as the one I was given means that you are no threat and can be mixed in with the general population. But the reasoning for the placement of being in one of the two lock down areas was the question.
(100 & 600)
While sitting in my cell, I made up a MyStupidRules.com MiniRollOffTrucks.com sign and posted it on my door.
For some reason I either missed a day or miss counted, but I receive a call from the probation office on what I thought was Sunday, but it was actually Monday. He asked for my address for where I lived and the location of where I worked. Well if you can imagine, I had nether actually. He also asked how long I lived here and where I
before and how long.
Well it's Nov. 30th and the morning of my third court date. Sorry I didn't get around to writing about the rest of the time I spent in jail yet or the interesting trip to the court house inside and empty van with the driver who was called in from her day off to take me there. But thinks for being here. It's nice to know I have
audience the spans from Hollywood to the federal government. It's kind of scary, but at least I'm not alone as I was in Tacoma or even Carlsbad for that mater. Again, thanks for being here.
December 13th, 2010