Crazy life
Well some of you may remember me talking about Dare last year on this journal. Well we are still in touch even though she's in Mobile and everything. Anyway over Christmas I was going to visit Mobile but those plans fell though. I did email her to see how life was treating her. She send me a reply say it was crazy but she couldn't tell me anything until Febuary 27th... So I'm like OOOKKKK no idea what is going on so I just set myself a calender reminder. I emailed her a couple of days ago and what follows is he response. I have since asked her if I could share this true story and she was all for it saying the more people who are aware stuff like this can happen the better. I was on the news on Monday as well but I'll post about that later. Basically got a ticket for following to close. Anway here is her story:
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Oh my goodness...well...it all started in November. Sunday, Nov. 5, I was taking the trash out at my condo (at about midnight) when I had a gun put to my head, and a man told me to get into my car. He had me drive to a bank, where I was instructed to take out as much money as I could. ($500 is all my bank allows). After that, he had me drive him around all over, talking crazy, and telling me that he knew the police, and if I told them, he'd make it really bad for me. He'd say "I should probably kill you, you can see my face." and I'd just tell him about something I'd done at my job. Anyway, at about 3 AM, he has me drive to a gentleman's club, where he instructs me to lie down in the parking lot. I do, and he drives off in my car. I got up and walked to a Circle K, called the police, and they started taking me home. On the way home, we saw my car and the man about six doors down from my condo. I told the policemen, and they started questioning the suspect. When they call in the burglary detective, it is apparent that he knows the suspect. The detective asks me to sit in his car so that he can talk to me. Once he gets in, he says that the suspect is a police paid informant on narcotics, and that if I recant the whole story, he'll let it slide, but if I don't, he'll arrest me. So I told him that choosing what is right over what is easy always works out the best, and that I wasn't going to stop telling the truth. So I was arrested for "Filing a false report", which, since they did NO investigation, and didn't allow me to file a report, was silly. So I got left in the squad car outside Metro for three hours in the POURING rain, cuffed. They finally book me through, where the booking cop says "So what name did you give him?" and I said "Excuse me?". Apparently, by this time, my charges had changed to "Giving a false name to officer". Which, since I provided them with my valid Alabama ID, was also silly. So, anyway, I called my father. He called my godfather, who lives in Houston, and is with the FBI. On Wednesday, my condo went on the market, since the suspect knew where I lived and lived six doors down. So I've been staying with my godfather, under his protection since I was bailed out of jail, and haven't been allowed much freedom, to ensure my safety. Yesterday was my trial, in which the judge said "This is the most ridiculous case I've ever had before me. The case is dismissed." Both the suspect and the dirty cop have been arrested after IAB and FBI investigation. My condo sold, and I bought a new home on the Eastern Shore.
I think that's about everything...
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Oh my goodness...well...it all started in November. Sunday, Nov. 5, I was taking the trash out at my condo (at about midnight) when I had a gun put to my head, and a man told me to get into my car. He had me drive to a bank, where I was instructed to take out as much money as I could. ($500 is all my bank allows). After that, he had me drive him around all over, talking crazy, and telling me that he knew the police, and if I told them, he'd make it really bad for me. He'd say "I should probably kill you, you can see my face." and I'd just tell him about something I'd done at my job. Anyway, at about 3 AM, he has me drive to a gentleman's club, where he instructs me to lie down in the parking lot. I do, and he drives off in my car. I got up and walked to a Circle K, called the police, and they started taking me home. On the way home, we saw my car and the man about six doors down from my condo. I told the policemen, and they started questioning the suspect. When they call in the burglary detective, it is apparent that he knows the suspect. The detective asks me to sit in his car so that he can talk to me. Once he gets in, he says that the suspect is a police paid informant on narcotics, and that if I recant the whole story, he'll let it slide, but if I don't, he'll arrest me. So I told him that choosing what is right over what is easy always works out the best, and that I wasn't going to stop telling the truth. So I was arrested for "Filing a false report", which, since they did NO investigation, and didn't allow me to file a report, was silly. So I got left in the squad car outside Metro for three hours in the POURING rain, cuffed. They finally book me through, where the booking cop says "So what name did you give him?" and I said "Excuse me?". Apparently, by this time, my charges had changed to "Giving a false name to officer". Which, since I provided them with my valid Alabama ID, was also silly. So, anyway, I called my father. He called my godfather, who lives in Houston, and is with the FBI. On Wednesday, my condo went on the market, since the suspect knew where I lived and lived six doors down. So I've been staying with my godfather, under his protection since I was bailed out of jail, and haven't been allowed much freedom, to ensure my safety. Yesterday was my trial, in which the judge said "This is the most ridiculous case I've ever had before me. The case is dismissed." Both the suspect and the dirty cop have been arrested after IAB and FBI investigation. My condo sold, and I bought a new home on the Eastern Shore.
I think that's about everything...