Mike Hawk
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New year's day had been so far rather uneventful for myself and my wife. We slept in pretty late and didn't do much until later in the day. We'd been up late attending Travis Pastrana's world record jump, and then fishing. So when the afternoon neared a close, we headed out. She took the truck to run some errands, and to her folks place. I was in need of a good bicycle ride, so off I went. We would meet at the coffee shop later to sip some coffee or tea and regroup.
As I had been carrying alot lately, I had my trusty Beretta 92 comfortably in it's holster on my hip. With evening approaching and the temp just a little chilly out, I threw on a sweater. Before leaving the house, I do a quick "dress rehearsal" with the wife to ensure proper UOC clothing adjustment. (I do this pretty regularly) After some debate, we both agree it's just best to actually pull the sweater down under my belt (and thus behind the holster altogether) to avoid any concealment issues. In addition to this, a quick load check for any 12031 issues.
So after a nice ride, I meet with the wife at the coffee shop and we walk inside to get myself a white mocha and her a tea. Seated at an inside table are a couple of local security dicks who seem to be taking very close notice of me. This isn't the first time for this however, and I give a brief smile and nod to the one who seems to be staring the most. I figure why not try to be polite, despite the fact he's now looking at me like I'm covered with ants.
About the time we get our drinks and head out to the outdoor tables, we notice that this security dick is now talking nervously into his cellphone in hushed tones and glancing at me about every 2-3 seconds. My wife mentions it to me once we sit down, and I tell her I noticed as well, and that he's probably calling the Feds on me (or something sarcastic like that).
Well we sat for about 10 harassment-free minutes, talking with the other patrons and sipping the drinks. (Shockingly, none of them ran screaming at the sight of my pistol!) And then the LAPD shows up......
:exclaim:At this point I feel the need to clarify that while I believe these particular cops deserve every bit of public shame they have earned, my legal counsel advises against giving their real names YET. So for now, and for purposes of this posting, I'll just assign them names which fit their physical appearance. Fair enough?
The first two officers showed up in a fully marked LAPD cruiser. The car comes to a stop, and without bothering to pull to the curb, officers OJ and Sawed-off exit the car, walking in my direction. Aware of this, and anticipating a LEO encounter, I activate the audio recording function on my phone and set it on the table next to me. The 2 officers stop about 12' short of where I'm sitting. With their hands on their guns (also known as brandishing), they ask me to come over and talk to them for a second. The moment I get up, they both bark at me to put my hands on my head. I comply and the cuffs go on immediately, followed by OJ pulling my weapon from it's holster. I ask him why I'm in handcuffs when I've done nothing wrong.
OJ: "We got a call of a man with a gun."
MH: "Well there's nothing illegal about that."
OJ: "Yeah I understand that. I know who you are. We're just gonna verify everything and make sure it's not loaded."
MH: "Do you have reason to believe I've done something wrong?"
OJ: "I understand you're trying to bait me....."
MH: "I'm not trying to bait you, I'm just asking a question."
The audio gets a little bit lousy here for maybe 15 seconds. They move me to a bench nearby, and my wife bravely walks up and sets my phone down next to me because my dumb ass left it on the table. She then moves back a few feet and continues filming with her cellphone cam. OJ asks her to move further away.
MH: "She's with me."
OJ: "I understand that."
He sure says that alot for a guy who will likely claim much ignorance on this incident later on.
MH: "This camera is here , basically, just to keep you honest."
OJ: "I been on the job 23 years. I'm not gonna do anything wrong to you, O.K.?"
MH: "You've already DONE something wrong to me."
OJ: "Well you know what? Again, to verify and make sure everything's all Kosher, if everything's all good to go, you'll get your weapon back. No problem sir, alright?"
As of this posting, I haven't gotten it back. But hey, maybe he meant to add....."months later."
OJ: "But for my safe- my partner's safety, right, we're in here dealing with you, we don't need other parties standing by. She can record. I'm not stopping her from recording here. Am I?.......Do you have any I.D. on you sir?"
MH: "No."
OJ: "You got an I.D. to verify who you are?"
MH: "No."
Sawed-off: "What's your last name sir?"
MH: "I really don't feel like giving that information out."
OJ asks Sawed-off "Who's responding?" and then engages in some police jargon with some other party on the radio for a moment. I will also point out here that at this point I've figured out that officer OJ is a liar. He told me earlier on that he knew who I was, but is now demanding that I identify myself. WTF?
OJ: "Who does the weapon belong to?"
MH: "Me."
OJ: "O.K. do you have I.D.?"
This shyte is getting old. Either he's deaf, or is implying I'm as big a liar as himself.
MH: "No."
OJ: "O.K. so how can we verify who you are then? To run the gun and verify it's your weapon....."
MH: "Do you have a reason to believe I'm not who I said I am?"
Alright this doesn't make sense, but I was angry and nervous. Besides, he already knows who I am, right?
OJ: "But we don't even know who you are."
MH: "You know who I am. I haven't done anything wrong."
OJ: "Right now you're being detained for investigation."
MH: "For what?"
OJ: "Hmm?"
MH: "Into what crime?"
OJ: "Right now you have a gun, uh, like I said, I know you're a security guard, right?"
MH: "I'm not a security guard. And again, this is not a crime."
OJ: "You still have to have I.D. on you, to verify who you are."
MH: "No I don't."
OJ: "O.K., alright, so you're not gonna tell us your last name or anything?"
Silence
OJ: "You understand? People call saying a man's here with a gun, at the coffee shop, so that's why we're here."
A little fuzzy on the audio here for just a sec, but a sentence ending with "....describing you to a tee, so that's why we're here."
MH: "When you get a moment, can I get your business card?"
OJ: "Sure, I'll give you a business card."
Sawed-off puts one in my pocket. Long silence.
OJ: "Of course, you understand, as soon as we get called, we HAVE to investigate."
More unintelligible crap and something about a call they'd had some other time about some guy with a rifle.
OJ: "Again, if you're not gonna give us your information, we gotta investigate who you are. What if we run the gun and it comes back to someone else? And you gotta clear your name? Like I said, you cooperate with us, in and out."
Does anyone here read Stephen King? Remember the sheriff who didn't make any sense in Desperation??
OJ makes a quick phone call to inquire "who's on shift tonight". I suspect this is to figure out if it's someone who'll help him lie, as it seems he's trying to up the ante in his percieved "pissing contest". Another car shows up and out steps a large, unpleasant looking short-haired woman. She speaks with Sawed-off for a minute and then comes over to where they have me sitting.
Militia Etheridge: "How ya' doin' sir? Happy New Year."
MH: " Happy New Year."
To be honest, I'd have wished her a much lousier year, had I known that she too was trying to hose me.
Militia: "What's goin on today?"
MH: "Ask these two."
Militia: "No I'm asking you, I'm not asking them. All I know is we got a radio call of a man with a gun, and apparently you had a gun on you. Not loaded, I understand. Now where were you when the officers got here? In a car?"
MH: "No, the coffee shop."
Militia: "O.K. do you understand how people would percieve that? They look over, they see a guy- especially in these times, you know, newspapers with shootings and all this stuff. Can you see how that could be percieved as a threat? Some guy they don't know sitting in a coffee shop with a gun on his side?"
After this barrage of finger-wagging drivel, I simply stopped talking altogether. (I think I already spoke too much at that point anyways.) I mean, what could I possibly say to her? Hell, she sounded just like that lying ass officer OJ! I decided that anything I would've/could've said would be at least useless, or at most very unkind to this wildebeast of a woman. So I shut up.
Militia: "Hello?!"
Silence
Militia: "Do you understand how that could be percieved as a threat? They have somebody they don't know at a business, with a gun on their side. And we've got people out here getting shot, murdered, killed, whatever. They don't know who you are, sir. We're here because we got called here, O.K?.......... Are you refusing to answer my question? O.K., so you're gonna, uh, so basically you're uh, interfering with this investigation. 'Cause I'm telling you, you need to either cooperate or we're gonna take you to the station! O.K. is that what you choose to do?
Militia: (to the other officers) "O.K. we'll take him for 148."
Militia: "You're under arrest sir for interfering with my officers' investigation."
OJ: "Is this your phone sir?"
MH: "Yep."
OJ: "I'm gonna place it in your pockets right now." (puts it in my pocket) "Stand up."
MH: "Which station will I be taken to?"
Sawed-off: "Initially you'll be going to Harbor Station."
MH: (to my wife) "I'll be at Harbor Division."
Wife: (to LEOs) "What are the charges?"
Militia: "Interfering."
OJ: "148PC"
I'm gonna skip over the ride down there because it wasmostly uneventful and I'm tired of writing. So we get to the desk at the station and there sits a bald man with a mustache who is identified to me as the watch commander.
OJ: "We're gonna check with the watch commander. Since you refused your name, we have to book you as a John Doe."
MH: "Excuse me, didn't you say you'd dealt with me before?"
OJ: "I dealt with you after the fact."
The man at the desk turns his attention to us....
Gordon Liddy: "Hi."
MH: "Hi."
Gordon: "What are we here for?"
OJ: "Uh, refusing, we got a man with a gun call, he had a gun on his hip, unloaded, magazine in the well."
Gordon: "Magazine in the well??"
OJ: "Magazine in the well, not loaded though."
Gordon: "O.K."
OJ: "Um, didn't tell us who he is. Doesn't have no I.D. on him. Brought him in for 148."
Gordon: (to MH) "You understand you're not under arrest for the charge? There's no gun charge here. But since you refused to identify yourself......"
MH: "California is not a 'stop and identify' state. So what you're sayingis that you're harassing me just for not telling him (OJ) who I was?"
Gordon: "No no no. Based on the radio call, you were required to identify under the law. So if you would've cooperated, you would've been on your way. Now you're in here under investigation. That's why you're under arrest."
MH: "Excuse me, but I'm not REQUIRED to cooperate."
Gordon: "O.K. (to OJ) fill that out and I'll ask you some questions later."
OJ: "O.K. so you're not gonna tell us your name? Well then it's John doe."
Gordon: "Mr. John Doe, do you understand why you're being detained?"
MH: "Excuse me, I'm UNDER ARREST."
Gordon: "O.K. detained or arrested, whatever. Do you understand why you're being detained, Mr. John Doe?"
MH: "No."
Gordon: "As of right now you're being detained for interfering with a police investigation, and refusing to answer the officer's identification. Also I'll have to check on the fact that, if you have a magazine in the gunwell of the gun, even if it's empty I think that's illegal. You can have an empty weapon but you can't have a magazine placedin there. I'll have to research that and find out. So now do you understand?"
MH: "No."
Gordon: "Do you take medication?
MH: "Actually I do take, occasionally, methocarbamol."
Gordon Liddy gives me an annoyed, clueless look.
MH: "Carpal tunnel."
Gordon: "O.K. do you have any questions or concerns with this detention or arrest?"
MH: "I have MANY questions and concerns."
Gordon: "O.K. well ask."
MH: "No."
Gordon: "O.K. sir we'll be back with you. We'll call blah blah blah...."
So they take me into this little area, chain me to a bench, and I sit there for a few minutes. OJ and Sawed-off return and unhook me long enough to take everything I had on me except for shoes, shirt and pants. I looked at them a little funny when they asked for my shoelaces. Sawed-off explained that this was so I couldn't use them to hurt myself. So I said: "You know, I had a gun on me when you arrested me, right?" Sawed-off just looks at me like an ignorant little doe in the headlights.:question:
I sit there for about 15 more minutes and OJ comes back again. This time he wants to argue about how I should have identified myself and cooperated with them and so on. So again, I inform him that I don't have to speak to them, ESPECIALLY if I'm the one being "investigated".He goes on some more with the same shyte and I ask him what country he was born in. He says this one, of course. I then ask him if he'd heard of the 5A. Again he starts the blathering, so I finally just tell him to either charge me or give it up! He then storms off like a child sent to bed without dinner.
Another 20 minutes or so go by and then I'm taken to a cell to rot for a while. I sit in there for what I estimate to be about 2 hours. (They took my watch) OJ comes back and says he's taking me down the hall for booking. I ask him what they're charging me with and he says 12025. Yes, apparently now he has 3 witnesses who will swear they "saw me carrying concealed". Not sure how that one works, but I'm guessing he doesn't either. I tell him in polite words that he knows as well as I do that he's full of shyte. Seems he IS familiar with the 5A however, because he opted to shut his lying, cowardly mouth at this point.
They booked me for 12025. I called my wife once I got access to a phone, and she arranged bail. When I was released around midnight, my wife tells me that some of the guys on OCDO had already started planning an OC event in support of me at the location in which I was arrested. I felt amazed and humbled by how quickly these guys had planned this event, as well as the outpouring of support from them and so many others on OCDO.
The next portion of this story (as many of you have already seen), is available forreading on here in a thread entitled "UOC event in San Pedro". I'm gonna stop this for now, as I'm a bit tired of typing this long-ass story. I will continue later with more post-jail segments of this in this thread. Also I'd just like to again thank everyone who had my back in this. I'm grateful.
Mike Hunt
New year's day had been so far rather uneventful for myself and my wife. We slept in pretty late and didn't do much until later in the day. We'd been up late attending Travis Pastrana's world record jump, and then fishing. So when the afternoon neared a close, we headed out. She took the truck to run some errands, and to her folks place. I was in need of a good bicycle ride, so off I went. We would meet at the coffee shop later to sip some coffee or tea and regroup.
As I had been carrying alot lately, I had my trusty Beretta 92 comfortably in it's holster on my hip. With evening approaching and the temp just a little chilly out, I threw on a sweater. Before leaving the house, I do a quick "dress rehearsal" with the wife to ensure proper UOC clothing adjustment. (I do this pretty regularly) After some debate, we both agree it's just best to actually pull the sweater down under my belt (and thus behind the holster altogether) to avoid any concealment issues. In addition to this, a quick load check for any 12031 issues.
So after a nice ride, I meet with the wife at the coffee shop and we walk inside to get myself a white mocha and her a tea. Seated at an inside table are a couple of local security dicks who seem to be taking very close notice of me. This isn't the first time for this however, and I give a brief smile and nod to the one who seems to be staring the most. I figure why not try to be polite, despite the fact he's now looking at me like I'm covered with ants.
About the time we get our drinks and head out to the outdoor tables, we notice that this security dick is now talking nervously into his cellphone in hushed tones and glancing at me about every 2-3 seconds. My wife mentions it to me once we sit down, and I tell her I noticed as well, and that he's probably calling the Feds on me (or something sarcastic like that).
Well we sat for about 10 harassment-free minutes, talking with the other patrons and sipping the drinks. (Shockingly, none of them ran screaming at the sight of my pistol!) And then the LAPD shows up......
:exclaim:At this point I feel the need to clarify that while I believe these particular cops deserve every bit of public shame they have earned, my legal counsel advises against giving their real names YET. So for now, and for purposes of this posting, I'll just assign them names which fit their physical appearance. Fair enough?
The first two officers showed up in a fully marked LAPD cruiser. The car comes to a stop, and without bothering to pull to the curb, officers OJ and Sawed-off exit the car, walking in my direction. Aware of this, and anticipating a LEO encounter, I activate the audio recording function on my phone and set it on the table next to me. The 2 officers stop about 12' short of where I'm sitting. With their hands on their guns (also known as brandishing), they ask me to come over and talk to them for a second. The moment I get up, they both bark at me to put my hands on my head. I comply and the cuffs go on immediately, followed by OJ pulling my weapon from it's holster. I ask him why I'm in handcuffs when I've done nothing wrong.
OJ: "We got a call of a man with a gun."
MH: "Well there's nothing illegal about that."
OJ: "Yeah I understand that. I know who you are. We're just gonna verify everything and make sure it's not loaded."
MH: "Do you have reason to believe I've done something wrong?"
OJ: "I understand you're trying to bait me....."
MH: "I'm not trying to bait you, I'm just asking a question."
The audio gets a little bit lousy here for maybe 15 seconds. They move me to a bench nearby, and my wife bravely walks up and sets my phone down next to me because my dumb ass left it on the table. She then moves back a few feet and continues filming with her cellphone cam. OJ asks her to move further away.
MH: "She's with me."
OJ: "I understand that."
He sure says that alot for a guy who will likely claim much ignorance on this incident later on.
MH: "This camera is here , basically, just to keep you honest."
OJ: "I been on the job 23 years. I'm not gonna do anything wrong to you, O.K.?"
MH: "You've already DONE something wrong to me."
OJ: "Well you know what? Again, to verify and make sure everything's all Kosher, if everything's all good to go, you'll get your weapon back. No problem sir, alright?"
As of this posting, I haven't gotten it back. But hey, maybe he meant to add....."months later."
OJ: "But for my safe- my partner's safety, right, we're in here dealing with you, we don't need other parties standing by. She can record. I'm not stopping her from recording here. Am I?.......Do you have any I.D. on you sir?"
MH: "No."
OJ: "You got an I.D. to verify who you are?"
MH: "No."
Sawed-off: "What's your last name sir?"
MH: "I really don't feel like giving that information out."
OJ asks Sawed-off "Who's responding?" and then engages in some police jargon with some other party on the radio for a moment. I will also point out here that at this point I've figured out that officer OJ is a liar. He told me earlier on that he knew who I was, but is now demanding that I identify myself. WTF?
OJ: "Who does the weapon belong to?"
MH: "Me."
OJ: "O.K. do you have I.D.?"
This shyte is getting old. Either he's deaf, or is implying I'm as big a liar as himself.
MH: "No."
OJ: "O.K. so how can we verify who you are then? To run the gun and verify it's your weapon....."
MH: "Do you have a reason to believe I'm not who I said I am?"
Alright this doesn't make sense, but I was angry and nervous. Besides, he already knows who I am, right?
OJ: "But we don't even know who you are."
MH: "You know who I am. I haven't done anything wrong."
OJ: "Right now you're being detained for investigation."
MH: "For what?"
OJ: "Hmm?"
MH: "Into what crime?"
OJ: "Right now you have a gun, uh, like I said, I know you're a security guard, right?"
MH: "I'm not a security guard. And again, this is not a crime."
OJ: "You still have to have I.D. on you, to verify who you are."
MH: "No I don't."
OJ: "O.K., alright, so you're not gonna tell us your last name or anything?"
Silence
OJ: "You understand? People call saying a man's here with a gun, at the coffee shop, so that's why we're here."
A little fuzzy on the audio here for just a sec, but a sentence ending with "....describing you to a tee, so that's why we're here."
MH: "When you get a moment, can I get your business card?"
OJ: "Sure, I'll give you a business card."
Sawed-off puts one in my pocket. Long silence.
OJ: "Of course, you understand, as soon as we get called, we HAVE to investigate."
More unintelligible crap and something about a call they'd had some other time about some guy with a rifle.
OJ: "Again, if you're not gonna give us your information, we gotta investigate who you are. What if we run the gun and it comes back to someone else? And you gotta clear your name? Like I said, you cooperate with us, in and out."
Does anyone here read Stephen King? Remember the sheriff who didn't make any sense in Desperation??
OJ makes a quick phone call to inquire "who's on shift tonight". I suspect this is to figure out if it's someone who'll help him lie, as it seems he's trying to up the ante in his percieved "pissing contest". Another car shows up and out steps a large, unpleasant looking short-haired woman. She speaks with Sawed-off for a minute and then comes over to where they have me sitting.
Militia Etheridge: "How ya' doin' sir? Happy New Year."
MH: " Happy New Year."
To be honest, I'd have wished her a much lousier year, had I known that she too was trying to hose me.
Militia: "What's goin on today?"
MH: "Ask these two."
Militia: "No I'm asking you, I'm not asking them. All I know is we got a radio call of a man with a gun, and apparently you had a gun on you. Not loaded, I understand. Now where were you when the officers got here? In a car?"
MH: "No, the coffee shop."
Militia: "O.K. do you understand how people would percieve that? They look over, they see a guy- especially in these times, you know, newspapers with shootings and all this stuff. Can you see how that could be percieved as a threat? Some guy they don't know sitting in a coffee shop with a gun on his side?"
After this barrage of finger-wagging drivel, I simply stopped talking altogether. (I think I already spoke too much at that point anyways.) I mean, what could I possibly say to her? Hell, she sounded just like that lying ass officer OJ! I decided that anything I would've/could've said would be at least useless, or at most very unkind to this wildebeast of a woman. So I shut up.
Militia: "Hello?!"
Silence
Militia: "Do you understand how that could be percieved as a threat? They have somebody they don't know at a business, with a gun on their side. And we've got people out here getting shot, murdered, killed, whatever. They don't know who you are, sir. We're here because we got called here, O.K?.......... Are you refusing to answer my question? O.K., so you're gonna, uh, so basically you're uh, interfering with this investigation. 'Cause I'm telling you, you need to either cooperate or we're gonna take you to the station! O.K. is that what you choose to do?
Militia: (to the other officers) "O.K. we'll take him for 148."
Militia: "You're under arrest sir for interfering with my officers' investigation."
OJ: "Is this your phone sir?"
MH: "Yep."
OJ: "I'm gonna place it in your pockets right now." (puts it in my pocket) "Stand up."
MH: "Which station will I be taken to?"
Sawed-off: "Initially you'll be going to Harbor Station."
MH: (to my wife) "I'll be at Harbor Division."
Wife: (to LEOs) "What are the charges?"
Militia: "Interfering."
OJ: "148PC"
I'm gonna skip over the ride down there because it wasmostly uneventful and I'm tired of writing. So we get to the desk at the station and there sits a bald man with a mustache who is identified to me as the watch commander.
OJ: "We're gonna check with the watch commander. Since you refused your name, we have to book you as a John Doe."
MH: "Excuse me, didn't you say you'd dealt with me before?"
OJ: "I dealt with you after the fact."
The man at the desk turns his attention to us....
Gordon Liddy: "Hi."
MH: "Hi."
Gordon: "What are we here for?"
OJ: "Uh, refusing, we got a man with a gun call, he had a gun on his hip, unloaded, magazine in the well."
Gordon: "Magazine in the well??"
OJ: "Magazine in the well, not loaded though."
Gordon: "O.K."
OJ: "Um, didn't tell us who he is. Doesn't have no I.D. on him. Brought him in for 148."
Gordon: (to MH) "You understand you're not under arrest for the charge? There's no gun charge here. But since you refused to identify yourself......"
MH: "California is not a 'stop and identify' state. So what you're sayingis that you're harassing me just for not telling him (OJ) who I was?"
Gordon: "No no no. Based on the radio call, you were required to identify under the law. So if you would've cooperated, you would've been on your way. Now you're in here under investigation. That's why you're under arrest."
MH: "Excuse me, but I'm not REQUIRED to cooperate."
Gordon: "O.K. (to OJ) fill that out and I'll ask you some questions later."
OJ: "O.K. so you're not gonna tell us your name? Well then it's John doe."
Gordon: "Mr. John Doe, do you understand why you're being detained?"
MH: "Excuse me, I'm UNDER ARREST."
Gordon: "O.K. detained or arrested, whatever. Do you understand why you're being detained, Mr. John Doe?"
MH: "No."
Gordon: "As of right now you're being detained for interfering with a police investigation, and refusing to answer the officer's identification. Also I'll have to check on the fact that, if you have a magazine in the gunwell of the gun, even if it's empty I think that's illegal. You can have an empty weapon but you can't have a magazine placedin there. I'll have to research that and find out. So now do you understand?"
MH: "No."
Gordon: "Do you take medication?
MH: "Actually I do take, occasionally, methocarbamol."
Gordon Liddy gives me an annoyed, clueless look.
MH: "Carpal tunnel."
Gordon: "O.K. do you have any questions or concerns with this detention or arrest?"
MH: "I have MANY questions and concerns."
Gordon: "O.K. well ask."
MH: "No."
Gordon: "O.K. sir we'll be back with you. We'll call blah blah blah...."
So they take me into this little area, chain me to a bench, and I sit there for a few minutes. OJ and Sawed-off return and unhook me long enough to take everything I had on me except for shoes, shirt and pants. I looked at them a little funny when they asked for my shoelaces. Sawed-off explained that this was so I couldn't use them to hurt myself. So I said: "You know, I had a gun on me when you arrested me, right?" Sawed-off just looks at me like an ignorant little doe in the headlights.:question:
I sit there for about 15 more minutes and OJ comes back again. This time he wants to argue about how I should have identified myself and cooperated with them and so on. So again, I inform him that I don't have to speak to them, ESPECIALLY if I'm the one being "investigated".He goes on some more with the same shyte and I ask him what country he was born in. He says this one, of course. I then ask him if he'd heard of the 5A. Again he starts the blathering, so I finally just tell him to either charge me or give it up! He then storms off like a child sent to bed without dinner.
Another 20 minutes or so go by and then I'm taken to a cell to rot for a while. I sit in there for what I estimate to be about 2 hours. (They took my watch) OJ comes back and says he's taking me down the hall for booking. I ask him what they're charging me with and he says 12025. Yes, apparently now he has 3 witnesses who will swear they "saw me carrying concealed". Not sure how that one works, but I'm guessing he doesn't either. I tell him in polite words that he knows as well as I do that he's full of shyte. Seems he IS familiar with the 5A however, because he opted to shut his lying, cowardly mouth at this point.
They booked me for 12025. I called my wife once I got access to a phone, and she arranged bail. When I was released around midnight, my wife tells me that some of the guys on OCDO had already started planning an OC event in support of me at the location in which I was arrested. I felt amazed and humbled by how quickly these guys had planned this event, as well as the outpouring of support from them and so many others on OCDO.
The next portion of this story (as many of you have already seen), is available forreading on here in a thread entitled "UOC event in San Pedro". I'm gonna stop this for now, as I'm a bit tired of typing this long-ass story. I will continue later with more post-jail segments of this in this thread. Also I'd just like to again thank everyone who had my back in this. I'm grateful.
Mike Hunt
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