I have not. Considering that after moving in here with stuff everywhere, we managed to get is somewhat live-able the first week.
However, a week after getting here, I went to the hospital for 20 days, (my daughter also had to go into the hospital, and then go to another one to get her leg operated on during the time I was in the hospital also, so, yeah, less cleaning from-her too LOL) and came home and still felt like death until late Jan.
From Jan thru Mid March I was tapering down on Methadone so I could go to Detox and get off it, so I was not feeling good most of the time during that downward spiral.
Then in mid march I went to Phoenix House Detox for 10 days. Got out, still feeling crappy, needing about a weeks of rest on my bed.
The 4th morning after sleeping on my bed at home, I was rudely awaken.
knock knock knock knock. bam bam bam.
Hey Toby, somebody hit your car in the garage, you gotta come down here.
I yelled toward the door while laying in bed “Fuck that I am sleeping, I don’t care, figure it out, get me a police report, whatever”
I go back to sleep
My phone rings, its the front office of the apartment complex we live in.
I shut it off
They call again.
then I get back to peaceful sleep and not 3 min later
Rap Rap Rap Bam Bam Bam, Hey Toby, you gotta get out herre. Bam Bam Bam, I am coming in.
So dude opens my front door.
Hey, I am sorry, I am maintenance here at the complex, but you gotta come down here, some Beaner (I should have known it right there**, tell you in a second) hit your car, its a mess down there, its a big deal.
I get dressed, walk out side, he follows me.
I see up a head a guy going 'hey, I hit your car"
Now I am stil 75% asleep, and I say “So the Fuck What” and then this tall cop comes around the corner, and I am thinking, ok he is doing a police report for the accident.
Nope
He sais
Tobin Wood
“Yeah”
“Your car is fine, I have a Federal warrant for your arrest on an indictment, do you know what that is”
Nope, if I cared I would listen to you babble something about it.
I look behind me towards my house, and there are 3 guys in beteen me and the house, so FUCK
Do you have anything pointy in your pociets, any weapons.
NO
Do you have any drugs in your pockets
NO
Are you sure, cuz we will find it.
Go fer it cheif, look all you want.
Any guns in the house
No
Anybody else in the house
NO my daughter is on vacation with her mom.
Ok, put your hands behind your back click …clickl
Walk of shame all the way thru my apartment complex, out to to the front, down the street, going, where the fuck is this car, don’t you know my knees are jacked, I can’t walk for shit. They say, so what and I get stuffed in a Costa Mesa PD smallest back seat in the world for a blazer.
Where are we going?
LA
WTF? What the hell we going to LA for.
Thats where your jail is.
That doesn’t make any sence, why LA.
Thats the only Federal Prison in the area. you are in federal custody, do you understand.
I do now, whatever, drive this bitch like you stole it, I am clausterphobic as a motherfucker, AND I got my hands cuffed behing my back, with nowhere to even put them, for added comfort I am guessing. So I can’t even lean back. I hate that part more then any of the rest of it.
So, yeah, after 5 nights in a Cell, I, thank god for my cousin, who made appeals for 3 days in a row, to get me out on Bond on Friday night last week. right after dinner, I was feeling burnt, thinking. No way I am out of here today, get ready for a LONG weekend. 48 hours in a cell with a 20 minute window to get out and shower and make a phone call. No way, i can’t do that all weekend.
And just like that, I heard the magic words. “Wood, Get your Shit, You are out of her”
Yay
So, it has been a little busy around here to get my corner set up proper, and not look like the absolute mess it does now.
But I will, once I can get to it, cuz it is actually pretty cool the way it is set up.
That is if my plaintiff doesn’t interfere with me for a little bit.
This is one messed up situation. Normally you can dislike to downright loathe your Plaintiff that is taking you to court. Whatever person place or company that is taking you to trial.
For me, it is kind of difficult to down right hate my plaintiff , it is a HUGE plaintiff
** I should have known right when he said “some beaner hit your car” with that I should have pegged him for a cop. thats the way cops talk to white people, they use ethnic slurs about everybody when they are with white people. it is quite disgusting.