Salute James Brown, Go to Jail

CONTINUING CASE SAGA:

And Joe actually gave me the title; it is truly ironic, n'est-ce pas? His dying on Christmas pretty much ruins those albums for me. They're sad now.

I thought the APD took a lot of stuff from my bookbag--including the chromium picolinate I keep in it (for hypoglycemia), like maybe they won't give you back your "drugs" (technically not one) or something. I found later they just shoved all the things I thought missing in a single pocket that I rarely use.

Funny, there were a few "bring me home" little green army men in there.

Except one item IS missing. It may never have been there, but it's my habit to wrap newest receipts around my debit card until I get a chance to record them. THE SECOND RECEIPT FROM THE RESTAURANT IS MISSING.

I can't wait to see my lawyer on Tuesday. There were two because I closed out the first (the one with food on it) to go get cigarettes and reopened when I came back with them. That receipt, with a timestamp an hour and a half before I saw flashing police lights, HAS FIVE DRINKS ON IT!!!

I think they took it as "evidence". BUT I ONLY DRANK ONE!!! The rest were bought for other people saluting James Brown (actually two for my friend from down the street I ran into). I don't even drink nor like mojitoes; rum whacks me cuz it's sugar-based (plus they add sugar; I don't do sugar drinks) and anyone on this planet can tell you I hate mint!!! UGH!!!!!

The server said he'll vouch; they wouldn't even be allowed to serve me that! I'm trying to get hold of the friend to vouch he drank the mojitoes, not me (and he walked, for the record--I used to give him a lift to work if I saw him walking on my way to my job a few doors over).

If you thought I USED to be paranoid, you should see me NOW. I think people are tapping my phoneline, going through my credit history, and the like over this. I won't drive, AT ALL, I'm so paranoid (actually you're allowed to until trial if found guilty), afraid I'll get pulled over for a headlight out or some shit and it hasn't been long enough to not just freak out and fuck up all over again!!!

Can I see my lawyer now? I'm sick of my heart racing and my throat closing over this.