Out On Bail...

and on yesterday's news, i was arrested - alleged bomb hoax!!!!

WEEKS back at work i was messing around with a box with broken glass in it, writing loads of crap on it. amongst the things i wrote was "booom now im seriouos". so yesterday a colleague finds this box and raises an alarm...
cops come flooding, vans, dogs the entire building evacuated, tube station closed, full throttle, the works....(so i was told anyway). im at home at this point and i have no idea whats happening...

so i get a call at around 8:32am and my supervisor is asking me if i wrote any such on a box and....basically she wants me to confirm whether to take this seriously or not. i couldnt say for SURE so i tell her it sounds like something i would do (my kinda humor) but because we've been having alleged bomb treaths (yeh we've had phone calls and yadi yada...) in 6/7 months of opening, do what is necessary to get it assessed and evaluated until i can come in and identify this box...
so i go into work, ask around...and another colleague of mine is telling me "...remember when you were messing around with the box of broken glass....". so yep its me! why she didnt say this when they found the box is still a mystery to me, the box (small box by the way, holds about 3glasses) was open and she was with me when i was writing all that junk on it.
anyway so i go tell my manager...minutes after female copper comes in, starts blabbling my rights and arrests me. mind you im still smiling at this point, barely holding in a laugh lol. but yeh they cuff ma ass...

im unbelievably calm at the back of this van with limited light and space...to the station. there, shoes off belt out, basically like a detailed check in into a hotel, only they keep most of your shit. then the room, did i just say room? my bad! i meant this green 8-walled window-less, filty-toilet-having chilly cell with distinct outline of how the mud bricks were put together. All this and im still calm as fuck!! - mind you i've NEVER been banged up before. the bed is this, god knows what that shit is made off, its concrete, a layer of wood and this blue thing, some kinda matress and pillow i spose!

during my 6 or so hour stay, they took my prints (so im the first guy they come to when the city is under treath...great maaann) a medical evaluation, this cool ass doctor who's laughing and we cracking jokes as he asks me if im crazy or mad and want to kill myself? ;-). searched my house, probably bugged it while at it, phone lines are most likely tapped. all this im in there reading the "shout outs" on the walls and rehearsing my songs. at one time the guard slides open that whole thing on the door say "...ever been arrested before, no? your taking this very well..." i mean i didnt do anything but write on a box, i have nothing to hide, i dont need to panic, though i was a bit too cool about it.

at the interrogation, they wouldnt believe it was just a joke or that nothing was intended, mind you there were LOADS of other crap written on this box, they just chose to highlight those for relevance and fitting. i refused a lawyer as well, they seemed to wonder why even though i answered all their repeated questions (same thing over and over). o yeh they ceased ma baby, my MDA VARIO 3, as "evidence" (im not Jack Bauer people, there are no skimatics!!!) no hopes on getting that phone back, not until 2020 in time for the Olympics or some historic event! so i cant make any phone calls...

so im jobless and out on bail, due back june 26th, wish me luck peeeaaacccceee! *throwing up some cool gang signs* ;-)