| a long week |
[Nov. 2nd, 2011|10:28 pm] |
hi. so, some of you might have heard im dead. or a mexican drug lord. or under aresset for the murder of jfk.
all of these are true
so, thursday, i began my latest expo jorney. jerry, the guy i works for brother, packs the worst boxes. i lifted, carryed, sorrted, and eventuly sold. i saw meny peeps there, inlcuding leana and kirsty, neither of whom i was sure would turn up, and some others, who i knew would. i shouted and sold. all in all, nothing to write home about (i wasnt even gona blog about it, but...)
so, sunday. monday, i invite a friend over, cos she needs some tlc. hugs, dvds, pizza. it all goes well. she crashs on my couch
6:45 am, tusday morning, i get a knock on my door. and i mean a knock. turns out, im being raided by uk boarder patrol (formerly hm revenues and customes, formaly hm customs and exerises). sometime after i left my old address, someone, with a name like mine, registered out off 44 longlands, brought two vans, both used in the transportion off drugs across the country in safes, totaling 11 million pounds, or so. i might be out. they went inside, where myself and my friend were rather surpised at this turn of events. they waited for the fuzz, who took there time, to pick me up, and started serching befor the fuzz got here. i was told i might be hand cuffed. me and my friend, whos kinky, shared a giggle. it was that kind of morning.
the fuzz evently did turn up, and i hitched a lift (unfettered) with the terrtorial suport group to sutton police station, where i then waited, as no one (sept me) knew why i was under arrest. i was unrelebale. evently, uk boarder patrol (et al) turn up, and im charged with whatever. my prints and dna is taken, and im shown to a cell, with my book (witch i was alowned to keep, along with most of my jewlery). i asked for a solicter, and got one, from brixten. nice bloke, not nesserly what i was expecting. he talked me through stuff (the caution, the chargeses, the evidence) and then we went in to the interview
they asked me questions, like "do you own these vans?" (no) "do you know this man" (no) and about the adresses (squaters). about 1pm, i was balied, from folkstone (where there based, as opposed to where i was) for april (so remind me will you?). less a phone, and every computer that worked, i tryed to contact my brother in law at work, but failed, so sent an email from the libary (useing my bail papers for id, as my wallet was at home), and got lunch (having missed breakfast and police food)
i got home, however, to find blood everywhere. gorgue had prolapsed his anus (something i was to desecover later). with no way to tell anyone anything, i broke down a bit. lucky, my nabour helped, and phoned me vet and cab. shortly after, my aunt, drafted by my sister, came over, and helped me get a new phone and some food. kali came over, to stay whils at collage, and my friends turned up. everyone was amazing.
ive been lent a laptop (im currentlyt putting ubuntu on to a usb pen so i can run it off that, and save fouling up his laptop with crud) and my friend came over and was amazing tonight. thanks to everyone whos sent me messages of suport and what have you
apparntly, i have a reptution for adevnturers now. |
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