Re: [BaadAssGremlins] Re: thrown in jail.............

[Kevin Hauser <grinding_gremlin@xxxx>]

Dude! mail this story to the news paper. They like
this stuff. ;)


--- amc74hornet <amc74hornet@xxxx> wrote:
> --- In BaadAssGremlins@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, "Eddie
> Stakes" <eddiestakes@xxxx> wrote:
> > Tuesday March 16th 2004 started out like any other
> nice spring day in
> > Houston, got up, fed
> > kids, watched part of Telletubbies and then headed
> for the bank and to
> > warehouse in my 82 Eagle wagon. I stopped at a
> newer Dollar Store on
> > Westheimer to see what they had, as many times you
> hit the new ones and they
> > have stuff others don't have.
> > I was headed north on Wilcrest and had just passed
> my old workplace, Nick's,
> > at the corner of Briar Forest when a Harris County
> Constable pulled in
> > behind me and flashed his lights. So I pulled over
> into the center section,
> > then into the Gallery Furniture Westside Tennis
> area where the Rockets
> > practice, as it is a huge lot off the street. What
> happened next is simply
> > unbelieveable, and if hadn't happened to me, I
> still would have a hard time
> > believing this.
> > 
> > It was the worst 33 hours of my life.
> > 
> > The constable asked for registration and license,
> and I gave them both to
> > him. He said "you have a illegal inspection
> sticker on your car" to which I
> > told him "that has been on there for awhile sir"
> and he said "it is no good"
> > as he walked off. It had never occured to me to
> look really close at this
> > sticker and I would not know a difference between
> a year, or model, or color
> > anyhows. He came back a few minutes later and said
> "the DA said I have to
> > charge you" and I said, "with what?"
> > He said "a illegal sticker". Suddenly this
> beautiful sunny morning, 71
> > degrees, light wind, trees swaying, was not so
> beautiful anymore. My mind
> > was racing as I thought about my options, running
> was not one, when was
> > the last time you have seen a television station
> break in on a high speed
> > chase
> > with a AMC 4X4 Eagle. He said 'I'll have to tow
> your car, or do you
> > have someone that can come pick it up?' I said,
> let me call my wife from
> > your cell phone and I quickly explained to Paige
> that "I was going downtown"
> > not really believing it myself as I said it. She
> was incredulous, asking
> > what the hell for,
> > as I've never been in trouble in the 16+ years we
> have been together. At
> > that time, a friend of mine,
> > Joe who works at Gallery Furniture drove up and he
> knew the cop and said hi,
> > he also knew me and asked what I was doing, and I
> told him the cop was going
> > to arrest me for a bad sticker. I noticed Joe had
> a expired sticker on his
> > car too and his two small boys were in it. I asked
> him to sign for my car,
> > Paige would come pick it up later, which he did.
> > 
> > As I was read my rights and handcuffed, I still
> could not believe what was
> > transpiring. It almost seemed like a bad, slow
> motion dream. Sitting in the
> > back seat of the constable car was only a minor
> inconvienence compared to
> > what the hours ahead would hold. As we drove down
> I-10, every bump the cuffs
> > seemed to get tighter. I for some reason, thought
> the cop would stop
> > somewhere and drop me off and say it was all a
> mistake. No such doing.
> > 
> > As we pulled into Riesner Street I thought about
> my kids and Paige. Also
> > thought about the laws and how some are enforced,
> and others are not. I
> > thought about stupid things like how Enron had
> destroyed thousands of lives
> > and dreams, for instance. Most of them can afford
> the laywers to get them
> > off, like a big 'get out of jail card' I guess. As
> I crawled out of the car
> > backwards, the officer
> > headed me towards the booking back door in the
> basement. I was patted down,
> > searched, and told to go to a cage. One cop was
> having a hell of a game on
> > Solitaire, while others went thru the motions. A
> big box of Krispy Kreams
> > sat on a desk. Figures. In the holding cell there
> was
> > a small bag pushed up under a chair, looks like
> white substance. There was
> > another bag but empty. These were drugs that the
> cops had not found in the
> > original pat down of whoever it was that had them.
> Several passed out
> > hispanic men quietly slept,
> > possible illegals. Near the cop cage there was a
> small crack pipe on the
> > floor. A cop picked it up and asked everyone whose
> it was, then told
> > everyone that is what is destroying America. Maybe
> it is, but my view was
> > different today, it was a infraction that in many
> places would have
> > garnished a ticket. After a whopping 5 1/2 hours
> there, I had been booked,
> > fingerprinted, and photographed. Charged with a
> misdemeanor.
> > 
> > So upstairs we all went, but not before first
> having to take off boots,
> > belts, and empty pockets, frisked again, then up
> the elevator to the 6-7th
> > floors. In another holding cell, there was usually
> about 20-30 people
> > sitting, milling about. The air was extremely dry
> and it was cold in there
> > too, seems people like to spit on walls and
> ceilings when in jail. And then
> > it is painted over.
> > 
> > There was four phones on the wall for calls out,
> the huge problem is that
> > they are only collect calls you can make. And just
> about everyone has
> > 'blocks' on their phones, including cell phones. I
> tried to call Paige.
> > blocked, I didn't ever know my phone lines were
> blocked until that moment.
> > Tried to call brother Tommy in Corpus Christi.
> Blocked. So I started
> > thinking about other numbers and who I could call
> to get word to Paige to go
> > post my bond. But Paige had already got the ball
> rolling, calling friends to
> > find out what she could do, and she loaded up the
> kids in the Ambassador and
> > headed downtown to a Bail Bonding company, of
> which they are as common
> > downtown as taco stands. My bond was $500, so bail
> would be $150. She just
> > missed the cutoff period so it looks like a long
> night in city.
> > 
> > If I wasn't so used to the smell of urine with two
> small boys I would have
> > puked a few times over. The cells, all of them,
> reeked of urine, and there
> > of course was no toilet paper, I had long since
> forgotten how a roll of
> > toilet paper makes a great pillow in jail. So if
> you had to shit, you would
> > have to borrow someone's pillow. Hmmm...WWMD?
> (what would martha do?) Dinner
> > consisted of a piece of
> > bologna on two dry pieces of bread with a squirt
> of mustard in there, a
> > peanut butter cookie and a small 1/2 pint of fruit
> juice. I slowly ate the
> > sandwich, thinking of when the last time I HAD a
> bolonga sandwich. I believe
> > it was 1968, in my Batman & Robin lunch box, and
> no one at school wanted to
> > trade with me, so I left the poor sandwich in the
> box, and then forgot my
> > box on the Saxet Heights (Saxet is texas backwards
> ya'll) bus home from
> > school, but we lived a mile from the terminal and
> > went to pick it up and the guys laughed 'you must
> have been real hungry
> > today!' still remember that as my dad, asked me
> what they meant, but he
> > could smell the now warm and mushy sandwich on the
> way home in the car and
> > advised me to throw it out or mom would get mad;
> which she would. Yes, 1968
> > was the last time I had a bolonga sandwich. This
> time however I would eat
> > it, no Batman and Robin lunchbox to put it in and
> well, seemed like I was
> > not going anywheres.
> > The peanut butter cookie was good and a black
> fellow I had been talking to
> > gave me his. I should have not drank the fruit
> punch, and probably shuold
> > have not ate the cookies, as I could literally
> feel 
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