It all occured around an argument.
It involved relatives, dogs, and circumstances.
The upshot was, I went to jail.
148(pc)
Officially, obstructing an investivation.
Well, kids, look it up.
WILLFILLY, that's the crux. Did I? Willfully obstruct an investigation?
No, I Did Not.
Yes, there was an argument.
No, there was NO violence. There was no threat of violence. There was only an argument.
We went to our respective corners. By the time the cops got there all was mellow.
And I still went to jail.
Why?
Why?
Because I demanded my rights, ordering the police officer off and out of my house and property. The officer did not identify himself, nor did he state his purpose, nor did he state exactly which investigation I was obstructing.
So...
the next thing I know I'm wrapped up in bracelets, being threatened with being tazered, and all I'm trying to do is figure out what happened and comply with the authorities.
And the next thing I know is I'm being hauled off to jail.
Well,
Today was my supposed arraignment.
I was not even on the calendar.
So, I say to myself, this could be good.
It was.
The District Attorney did not even bring charges.
The judge conferred with the D.A., and it was decided.
Mr. Forrest R. Prince would walk.
Good afternoon, Sir.
And then I did a respectful About Face, pushed the door open at the back of the court (while all the time maintaining decorum), and
stepped outside the courtroom door,
and did a double-slap fist punch along with a little skip in the air.
Oh, yes, today,
I Beat Your Ass
Sometimes, Life's Little Victory's can be so inspiring.