Going to jail when yu haven't done a ** thing
I was living with my friends brother and my friend near Cal Tech which is near Los Angeles. I was partying hearty as it was the hippie era. I was drunk and or high every day. I was from Atlanta, Ga. LA cops hate south easterners.
One day two cops came to the door. I was ab it hungover but not too bad and they asked if it was alright to look around. They started questioning me. I was very compliant but being nice didn't seem to be working.
They found my gun which was a Walther ppk and asked where I had been the night before. I told them I was where I was then. The house I was living in. They asked if I could verify that but my friends brother was high on acid and my friend was whereabouts unknown.
It turned out that there had been an armed robbery. A man matching my description with a southern accent weilding a small automatic had just robbed a store.
I went to jail in handcuffs. I was told they had the right to hold me for 72 hours.
I was miserable. The cell stank of ** and excrement and the toilet was full of ** toilet paper.
I was released the next day. There had been another robbery by the same **. I was released.
The two arresting officers told me if I knew what was good for my redneck ** I might want to catch a bus back home.
I left a few days later.
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