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To get this out of the way.
So i was omming off the 9 hour flight back. Mickey was waiting to pick me up. I was tired as i appear to be incapable sleep on a plane.
Customes looked at my passport and asked me to hold on. 29 minutes they take me to a back room. Luckily no rubber hoses. I was a little worried by the sheer number of folks in trenchcoats. I began to review the contents of my bags.
clothes......check
books........check
chocolate....check
books........check
2 pounds of tea.....check
books........check
Discounting my being an avid reader as a violation of us customes laws, I figured it probably was not my bags.
Just as i got to maximum iritation and worry(maybe my past had caught up with me). Nope, well not exactly. I was being arrested for a warrant issued in Jackson georgia 3 years ago concerning a broken headlight.
Customes had to hold me for this. called Jackson to determine if they were going to come get me. Yep. So now customs contacts Atlanta pd. Atlanta pd comes and gets me and takes me to Clayton couty lock up as it is the closest. I get a private cell. yay me.
been about 2 years to the day since my last visit with a jail. Since I talked with my father from a jail cell. Since I cursed his name. 2 weeks and 2 years ago he killed himself.
Jail is a bad place.
Jackson finally comes and gets me at 2 in the morning. an hour ride later and I am in jackson. They fill out paper work. Seems I owe 80 dollars. I get escorted to the Bank next door so i can withdraw money. I pay off fines.
Called mickey at 3 something in the morning to come get me. he shows up bleary eyed as he had waited up for my call. Sorry Mick!
I get home at 5:30. The power is out from the bank not making an auto bill pay.....again. go to work.
Need more sleep.
more on th vacation later.
TechNoir
So i was omming off the 9 hour flight back. Mickey was waiting to pick me up. I was tired as i appear to be incapable sleep on a plane.
Customes looked at my passport and asked me to hold on. 29 minutes they take me to a back room. Luckily no rubber hoses. I was a little worried by the sheer number of folks in trenchcoats. I began to review the contents of my bags.
clothes......check
books........check
chocolate....check
books........check
2 pounds of tea.....check
books........check
Discounting my being an avid reader as a violation of us customes laws, I figured it probably was not my bags.
Just as i got to maximum iritation and worry(maybe my past had caught up with me). Nope, well not exactly. I was being arrested for a warrant issued in Jackson georgia 3 years ago concerning a broken headlight.
Customes had to hold me for this. called Jackson to determine if they were going to come get me. Yep. So now customs contacts Atlanta pd. Atlanta pd comes and gets me and takes me to Clayton couty lock up as it is the closest. I get a private cell. yay me.
been about 2 years to the day since my last visit with a jail. Since I talked with my father from a jail cell. Since I cursed his name. 2 weeks and 2 years ago he killed himself.
Jail is a bad place.
Jackson finally comes and gets me at 2 in the morning. an hour ride later and I am in jackson. They fill out paper work. Seems I owe 80 dollars. I get escorted to the Bank next door so i can withdraw money. I pay off fines.
Called mickey at 3 something in the morning to come get me. he shows up bleary eyed as he had waited up for my call. Sorry Mick!
I get home at 5:30. The power is out from the bank not making an auto bill pay.....again. go to work.
Need more sleep.
more on th vacation later.
TechNoir
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