I fought the law and the law won

I have really gone and out done myself this time. I am in BIG trouble. Let’s go back to Saturday afternoon, one week ago.

It was a great weekend. I purchased a motorcycle and was enjoying the warmth upon my skin as I cruised it around town. I was to meet a friend at this outdoor eatery and bar. I got there and the place was hoping. Mind you it was only four in the afternoon. Beautiful girls prancing around in their summer clothes, cleavage and skin every where. It was not my intention to stay very long, but after a few beverages the sun had disappeared and I was having fun, dancing, drinking and drunk dialing. (You know who you are). The fun continued until there was an altercation. A fight had broken out with many people involved. I looked around and only saw one bouncer guy, so as this guy was getting ready to punch this other guy, I tackled him to the floor and held him there. The situation soon was under control, the fighters were escorted out and the partying continued (the manager paid my bar tab for helping out, although I didn’t really do anything). I looked at my watch and knew that it was getting late so I started drinking water like a fish and sobered up. About an hour later I decided it was time to depart.

I got onto the bike and was heading to pull out and was rammed from behind by a vehicle. It knocked me to the ground and although I didn’t feel injured, I was shaken up a bit. The doors of the truck opened and I knew the shit was about to hit the fan. The guys from the fight exited the vehicle and were approaching. I will not go into the details, but I was holding my own against the two guys. We were right outside the outdoor bar and I guess that someone called the cops. They were there and I thought that the ordeal was over. The police stared at me. Although my arms were raised and I identified myself, they began punching and kicking me to the ground. Not cool. So this is where I crossed that fine line between right and wrong, good and evil, law and order. It is still a blur as I type this. My adrenaline was in control. I remember hitting one cop and he went down and was out. Another came at me with a nightclub, which I snatched from him and cracked him in the knee with. Before I knew it there were cops and people every where brawling. I remember turning just in time to see the tiny electrode hit and puncture my skin. I felt the shock, and grasped the line and yanked the thing out. Another and another hit and I went to turn and was cracked in the head with something.

I can’t go into details about what happened next pending a trial, but basically I was taken to the police station and refused to blow into their breathalyzer or allow them to draw my blood. I was mistreated and brutalized to which I fought back and an officer had to go to the hospital. All in all during my stay there that night I was assaulted five separate occasions. I found out later that they suspected that I was on drugs, PCP due to the way I was taking the police down. They questioned me several times without allowing me legal representation. I wasn’t allowed to make a call. They basically tried to get me to confess that it was all my doing and they were just doing their job. I would not. No one knew that I was there. My saving grace was my friend and road dawg Jessica (who I swore on my life that I would never mention or talk about on my blog, but since she commented she is fair game), she and her boyfriend somehow found out what had happened and between her and my boss got me released.

Yesterday I went in front of a judge and pled “Not Guilty”. I am charged with felony battery and assault, resisting arrest, dui, driving a motorcycle with out a proper license, carrying a concealed weapon, making terrorist threats, and BLAH BLAH BLAH. My boss has put me on administrative leave after I cussed him out. I have been ordered by my employer to attend “Anger management” counseling and attend an “Alcohol” treatment program. I am home now for the first time since the ordeal. I need to find an attorney. I will have to go to trial. I have decided that once I do and this is over, I am packing up and leaving. Where? Anywhere but here. On Monday I will further make this final by submitting my resignation. I have lost faith in our country and the people that are in place to protect us.