Dunno if I really want to post this, but starting
to get soooo mad, I will:
I got to the entrance of my apartment after a few JDs last
night around 2am.
I short, fat, ugly woman cop comes legging it up behind me
asking for my papers. "They're in my apartment." (Stupid move
Nev always carry your papers!)
She then instructs me to go back onto the main road.
Once behind me, she cuffs me. There are now about 10
cops at the roadside by this time.
"I've got him, it's him!" She starts saying.
Into the car, off to the cop shop, strip searched and
checked in for a night at Chez Facists Scumbags.
Start bricking it, even though I'm fairly
sure I can'tve contravened any laws.
It's a real ****hole in French holding cells let me tell you!
At 11am this morning after a very rough night
on a half a wooden bench, they
final tell me they had a report of someone in
one of the gardens and the woman copper who nicked me
swears she saw me jumping over a garden fence. (Lie.)
So I'm finally told the whole story and get to give a statement.
(I was walking home and you just arrested me.)
Interviewing cop is fairly straight up, and tell me
it's not going to go any further as the only thing they could
get me for (on the word of this lying cop, my words) is
stealing, and I obviously didn't knick anything.
So the paperwork is done, the prosecutor tell him to just close
the case and let me walk.
They could've keep me all weekend and no one would've know....
I'm relieved, but starting to fume now and had to
get it off my chest.