More Wisconsin bullshit
So I guess it's time for an update on here. About a month ago my car died. Yes, that's right. No more Saturn for me. Towing a trailer and being subjected to Mike's driving finally did the thing in. So I went and got myself a brand new Chevy Cobalt. It is purty. Black, two doors, with a manual transmission. It's a spiffy little thing alright. Lots of trunk space too. In the end, that turned out alright. However, last week Sunday morning, Grammy died. I got the call that afternoon and spent the next couple of days trying to figure out how I was going to get back to the midwest for the funeral. As it turned out, last minute plane tickets were too freaking expensive for me or my family to afford so I ended up hopping in the Cobalt with Ken's mom for a cross-country drive. The drive went well and fairly quickly as we were cruising pretty good all the way there.
However, almost immediately after crossing the Wisconsin boarder, a feeling of anxiety came over me. I dismissed it as being related to the funeral and carried on to Deb's, a friend of Ken's mom. We chilled in the hot tub with a couple of beers before I headed over to my parent's to sleep. That's when the drama began, and no, it wasn't related to my parents. It was all related to this: http://www.todaystmj4.com/news/local/8231662.html. I got the message that Sedac had been shot when I reached my parent's. No, it was not faked. I'll get to that later. I managed to get ahold of Sedac and asked if he wanted any company that night. I left a note for my parents and headed over. I made perfect time as he was just being dropped off when I arrived. I stayed over there all night and he gave me the whole story and showed me the welts on his chest along with his broken rib. The news story failed to mention that. My parents called the next morning when they were ready to leave for Michigan. I headed over there with them, thinking that everything was now gonna be alright.
I spent some time with my family for awhile then went out with Jeff and Savannah for a drive after everyone had gone to bed. The funeral was the next day and went about as well as funerals do. It would have been nice though if somebody mentioned to me beforehand that the body was to be cremated. I did eventually figure it out at the funeral itself. I was doing pretty good during the service and was able to hold it in until afterwards when I saw my cousin Lorin bawling. That was the trigger that sent me off. I managed to get ahold of myself fairly quick though and headed to the reception which turned out to be a fairly nice family reunion. I spent time with my family until most everyone left then went out with Jeff and Savannah again. The next day I drove my parent's car back to Wisconsin for them as they were meeting up with my sister's band group for the band trip.
I hadn't even left Michigan when I found out about Sedac being sent back to the hospital. I drove back about as fast as I could without getting pulled over. However, by the time I got back, there wasn't much that could be done other than get nice and drunk with Nichole and take out my frustrations with a dagger and a cardboard box. The next morning we called around to find out where Sedac was and if he was allowed visitors then headed over to Milwaukee County Psych to see him. Upon meeting up with him, he filled us in on everything that had happened. It turned out that the police didn't want to believe his story because of two stupid deer that happened to be in a ditch when they searched the area. They pulled him in, interrogated him, and got him sign some bullshit confession all while he was drugged up from the painkillers for his rib. Yeah, they are going to have a lawsuit on their hands for that. They basically threatened him into signing a confession to shooting himself and going the the psych ward for awhile or sit in jail until they finished their investigation. The ward was filled with all kinds of wonderful bullshit too. They told him he was going to be held until court on Monday which turned out to be Tuesday. They also wouldn't tell him what kind of drugs they were giving him or the side effects of them. The people who worked there all acted like they should be committed too. Any time we asked for something, they just gave us stupid looks for a minute or so.
I stayed in Wisconsin until he was released on Tuesday and Nichole and I visited him everyday until then, bringing him McDonalds and sneaking him extra cigarettes. He was finally released due to some 72 hour law where they have to come up with probable cause to keep him there until time was up which they hadn't done. I took him to the bar that night which turned out quite amusing as he got really fucked up. I headed back to Arizona the next day. While on our way back I found out that charges had been filed against him for obstruction of justice but where later dropped. We ran out of gas in New Mexico because all gas stations within 50 miles were closed then got pulled over in Arizona but got away with only a warning.
So now I'm back home. Most of the bullshit is over but I'm still quite pissed off at the justice system. I mean, how assbackwards is a system that locks up my friend while allowing the guy who nearly killed him to run free? It's fucking bullshit.
However, almost immediately after crossing the Wisconsin boarder, a feeling of anxiety came over me. I dismissed it as being related to the funeral and carried on to Deb's, a friend of Ken's mom. We chilled in the hot tub with a couple of beers before I headed over to my parent's to sleep. That's when the drama began, and no, it wasn't related to my parents. It was all related to this: http://www.todaystmj4.com/news/local/8231662.html. I got the message that Sedac had been shot when I reached my parent's. No, it was not faked. I'll get to that later. I managed to get ahold of Sedac and asked if he wanted any company that night. I left a note for my parents and headed over. I made perfect time as he was just being dropped off when I arrived. I stayed over there all night and he gave me the whole story and showed me the welts on his chest along with his broken rib. The news story failed to mention that. My parents called the next morning when they were ready to leave for Michigan. I headed over there with them, thinking that everything was now gonna be alright.
I spent some time with my family for awhile then went out with Jeff and Savannah for a drive after everyone had gone to bed. The funeral was the next day and went about as well as funerals do. It would have been nice though if somebody mentioned to me beforehand that the body was to be cremated. I did eventually figure it out at the funeral itself. I was doing pretty good during the service and was able to hold it in until afterwards when I saw my cousin Lorin bawling. That was the trigger that sent me off. I managed to get ahold of myself fairly quick though and headed to the reception which turned out to be a fairly nice family reunion. I spent time with my family until most everyone left then went out with Jeff and Savannah again. The next day I drove my parent's car back to Wisconsin for them as they were meeting up with my sister's band group for the band trip.
I hadn't even left Michigan when I found out about Sedac being sent back to the hospital. I drove back about as fast as I could without getting pulled over. However, by the time I got back, there wasn't much that could be done other than get nice and drunk with Nichole and take out my frustrations with a dagger and a cardboard box. The next morning we called around to find out where Sedac was and if he was allowed visitors then headed over to Milwaukee County Psych to see him. Upon meeting up with him, he filled us in on everything that had happened. It turned out that the police didn't want to believe his story because of two stupid deer that happened to be in a ditch when they searched the area. They pulled him in, interrogated him, and got him sign some bullshit confession all while he was drugged up from the painkillers for his rib. Yeah, they are going to have a lawsuit on their hands for that. They basically threatened him into signing a confession to shooting himself and going the the psych ward for awhile or sit in jail until they finished their investigation. The ward was filled with all kinds of wonderful bullshit too. They told him he was going to be held until court on Monday which turned out to be Tuesday. They also wouldn't tell him what kind of drugs they were giving him or the side effects of them. The people who worked there all acted like they should be committed too. Any time we asked for something, they just gave us stupid looks for a minute or so.
I stayed in Wisconsin until he was released on Tuesday and Nichole and I visited him everyday until then, bringing him McDonalds and sneaking him extra cigarettes. He was finally released due to some 72 hour law where they have to come up with probable cause to keep him there until time was up which they hadn't done. I took him to the bar that night which turned out quite amusing as he got really fucked up. I headed back to Arizona the next day. While on our way back I found out that charges had been filed against him for obstruction of justice but where later dropped. We ran out of gas in New Mexico because all gas stations within 50 miles were closed then got pulled over in Arizona but got away with only a warning.
So now I'm back home. Most of the bullshit is over but I'm still quite pissed off at the justice system. I mean, how assbackwards is a system that locks up my friend while allowing the guy who nearly killed him to run free? It's fucking bullshit.