I Know Who Killed Me.
If I end up dead in the near future, I know who killed me. A certain Carlsbad Police Officer that I'm involved in a court case with, did it.
Seriously though, I'm scared. Ever since this incident happened in December 2006, I've been weary and constantly looking over my shoulder. Whenever I run in Carlsbad (which is often), I now bring my knife. I was running in Carlsbad the other night and saw a Carlsbad cop car behind me, as it approached it slowed down significantly and I stopped in my tracks. Luckly, the police cruiser slowed down next to me for a speed bump, but it still made my heart jump and pulse race. Ugh. I can't wait to get out of town for good.
I (and at least 8 other witnesses) know that what happened to me on December 2nd, 2006, was totally wrong. The trial in not over yet, but I know that the police officer that arrested me knows that what he did was not only wrong, but what he did is illegal and I'm sure he knows now that he got caught and will probably lose his career. So at this point, he is packin' heat, trained by the state to kill, has nothing to lose, knows where I live and hates me. How would you feel right about now?
Labels: The Justice System
Rambled by Vicious Summer @ 2:48 AM
1 Shenanigans:
Remember: Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not after you.
Here in Scotland carrying a knife is illegal, too many "bams" around.
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