Post by Darake Kitoushi on Aug 17, 2011 16:51:54 GMT -5
This is Kitoushi.
Well it started when I heard a loud bang not far outside of my window. It sounded like a gunshot, I tried to convince myself that it was just a firework, but I know to well what a gunshot sounds like. Come thirty minutes later and I hear a man's voice in the living room, couldn't hear a word, didn't know who it is, but something just felt wrong. I jumped up, grabbed paper towels and threw them over the large water pipe on my desk. Haven't used it in years, but it's very nice looking and expensive so I like to keep it around. I hear shouting outside the door, telling me to come out. I open to the door to find five police officer at all angles, four with pistols and one with a shotgun all pointed at me. They were acting jumpy and I was thinking they were gonna shoot me, cause I was holding my cane just out of view, fearing they were gonna believe I was going for a weapon. I shouted it was just my cane and then they had me get on my knees with the shotgun an inch away from my face. They made me kneel, which is difficult with my back, then they handcuffed my wrists tightly as they busted down the door to my brother's room. I was marched outside which was difficult without my cane, even had to catch me when I fell as they were shoving me in the cop car. Outside there were several more officers, with more than six vehicles surrounding our house.
I asked the guy what was going on, just said that he was told to show up and shoot anyone who did anything. I asked to call Amaya, because she was getting of work and would likely be alone, without a way to get home, in a place that wasn't terribly safe at night. They just told me she was shit outta luck. I also asked if they could handcuff me in front, but they said then the handcuffs could be used as a weapon. Right, cause the cripple guy is so dangerous. So I had to sit hunched over for an hour, which hurt like hell, they even knew I have back issues and just didn't care. They eventually took me to another car, with they guy asking me if I was going to kick out his windows and would tazer me if I did. Even described that it would feel like a charlie horse all over the body trying to scare me. Eventually they let me sit in the front yard, Amaya had gotta a ride home by now and helped me limp from the car. They still wouldn't tell us what was going on, but we saw a line of cops constantly coming from the house with all sorts of large equipment like huge lamps. Finally a man would come up to tell us that we had a marijuana grow house in our garage, where my brother and his girlfriend hangs out all day. They took away my father telling us that he took responsibility for it all.
I just got the rest of the story from my father after he spent all night in jail. Apparently we have a crazy neighbor who fired a gun, who others who live around told us he's been arrested for this before. My father was outside with his small pellet pistol looking for a possum. Consider that this gun which couldn't possibly hurt someone beyond a tiny hole or make a loud noise, this is the kind of gun I played with when I was a kid. He was on our property and the neighbor came outside and point a real gun at my dad and refused to believe he was not an intruder. After about three minutes at gunpoint my dad convinced him and they just both went back inside. Apparently a neighbor called the police, they showed up at the door with guns pointed at my dad, telling him to get on his knees. Being disabled, he couldn't, but they didn't give him a chance to explain. They threw him down, jammed their knees in his back, and tasered him. They did so much damage that I couldn't even hug my father when he finally got home. Going through the house to find everyone, they went into the garage and could see something. They asked my dad to sign a paper which would allow them to search. He couldn't read it because the print was so small, but they told him it was just to search the garage. They said if he didn't sign, they would hold us all for the night, get a warrant, and I quote, tear our house apart like it's never been before. My dad didn't want to put us through that, so he signed. They boldfaced lied, because the document said they could search the entire house. I got damned lucky thanks to my paranoia that I covered the pipe or I wouldn't have a room right now or any of my medications. They found my fucking shithead brother's growhouse and tore it apart, my dad taking the fall for it. He was held all night without the medications or breathing device that he medically needs to take every day or it's a danger to his life. Moreover they took the medication he had in his pocket and say they do not have it. Even had to bend over in order to make phone call and he could barely make it through the conversation. While there all they gave him was warm water and green baloney sandwich. Apparently there was only a small amount of marijuana in the room, 2 ounces, but they are saying it is 1.5 pounds which is far far more than could possibly have been in there.
The trial is still pending. So in summary, my house wasn't stormed by cops. It was raided by a bunch of thugs who abuse the law in order to justify their bullying. So I apologize if my activity is going to be hampered for a while. I'm still in major amounts of pain from what they did to me, can't sleep, and slowly recovering.
Well it started when I heard a loud bang not far outside of my window. It sounded like a gunshot, I tried to convince myself that it was just a firework, but I know to well what a gunshot sounds like. Come thirty minutes later and I hear a man's voice in the living room, couldn't hear a word, didn't know who it is, but something just felt wrong. I jumped up, grabbed paper towels and threw them over the large water pipe on my desk. Haven't used it in years, but it's very nice looking and expensive so I like to keep it around. I hear shouting outside the door, telling me to come out. I open to the door to find five police officer at all angles, four with pistols and one with a shotgun all pointed at me. They were acting jumpy and I was thinking they were gonna shoot me, cause I was holding my cane just out of view, fearing they were gonna believe I was going for a weapon. I shouted it was just my cane and then they had me get on my knees with the shotgun an inch away from my face. They made me kneel, which is difficult with my back, then they handcuffed my wrists tightly as they busted down the door to my brother's room. I was marched outside which was difficult without my cane, even had to catch me when I fell as they were shoving me in the cop car. Outside there were several more officers, with more than six vehicles surrounding our house.
I asked the guy what was going on, just said that he was told to show up and shoot anyone who did anything. I asked to call Amaya, because she was getting of work and would likely be alone, without a way to get home, in a place that wasn't terribly safe at night. They just told me she was shit outta luck. I also asked if they could handcuff me in front, but they said then the handcuffs could be used as a weapon. Right, cause the cripple guy is so dangerous. So I had to sit hunched over for an hour, which hurt like hell, they even knew I have back issues and just didn't care. They eventually took me to another car, with they guy asking me if I was going to kick out his windows and would tazer me if I did. Even described that it would feel like a charlie horse all over the body trying to scare me. Eventually they let me sit in the front yard, Amaya had gotta a ride home by now and helped me limp from the car. They still wouldn't tell us what was going on, but we saw a line of cops constantly coming from the house with all sorts of large equipment like huge lamps. Finally a man would come up to tell us that we had a marijuana grow house in our garage, where my brother and his girlfriend hangs out all day. They took away my father telling us that he took responsibility for it all.
I just got the rest of the story from my father after he spent all night in jail. Apparently we have a crazy neighbor who fired a gun, who others who live around told us he's been arrested for this before. My father was outside with his small pellet pistol looking for a possum. Consider that this gun which couldn't possibly hurt someone beyond a tiny hole or make a loud noise, this is the kind of gun I played with when I was a kid. He was on our property and the neighbor came outside and point a real gun at my dad and refused to believe he was not an intruder. After about three minutes at gunpoint my dad convinced him and they just both went back inside. Apparently a neighbor called the police, they showed up at the door with guns pointed at my dad, telling him to get on his knees. Being disabled, he couldn't, but they didn't give him a chance to explain. They threw him down, jammed their knees in his back, and tasered him. They did so much damage that I couldn't even hug my father when he finally got home. Going through the house to find everyone, they went into the garage and could see something. They asked my dad to sign a paper which would allow them to search. He couldn't read it because the print was so small, but they told him it was just to search the garage. They said if he didn't sign, they would hold us all for the night, get a warrant, and I quote, tear our house apart like it's never been before. My dad didn't want to put us through that, so he signed. They boldfaced lied, because the document said they could search the entire house. I got damned lucky thanks to my paranoia that I covered the pipe or I wouldn't have a room right now or any of my medications. They found my fucking shithead brother's growhouse and tore it apart, my dad taking the fall for it. He was held all night without the medications or breathing device that he medically needs to take every day or it's a danger to his life. Moreover they took the medication he had in his pocket and say they do not have it. Even had to bend over in order to make phone call and he could barely make it through the conversation. While there all they gave him was warm water and green baloney sandwich. Apparently there was only a small amount of marijuana in the room, 2 ounces, but they are saying it is 1.5 pounds which is far far more than could possibly have been in there.
The trial is still pending. So in summary, my house wasn't stormed by cops. It was raided by a bunch of thugs who abuse the law in order to justify their bullying. So I apologize if my activity is going to be hampered for a while. I'm still in major amounts of pain from what they did to me, can't sleep, and slowly recovering.
Yeah, I hope you'll recover fast but oh my god....And good luck with that law suit! Un-fuckin'-believable...