Back On The Street And Moralising

To Answer My Comments

Hi, Gloria. I start my uphill climb to catch up after another 40? days in jail; this time in the Federal lockup..



Couldn't really post because my cell only had a stainless steel toilet/sink and a Pakistani guy who got caught trying to arrange to have sex with a 45 year old Corporal on the police force, who likes to pretend that he is a liberal minded underaged girl; but I digress; -no computer and only a slit of a window to the outside world.


What happened was; I was on State property, hanging some laundry which I had washed using the state's water. I was drunk and not thinking about the fact that the place hadn't closed yet. I was stopped by the "Port Authority" police, after I had walked a ways down the railroad tracks and was out of their jurisdiction and not under their authority. I was searched and they found a little bit of a green leafy substance; then, since it was federal property, the FBI stepped in and searched my 1 gig data traveller drive and, lo and behold found 3 images of a nude beach in Vermont, wherein was depicted minors, amongst their families, splashing in the water and enjoying nature au natural..


I was charged with possession of child pornography and placed in the cell with the Pakistani guy.


It took Mobile county 31 days to drop the charges because the photos, (which had actually been deleted off the drive, but subsequently recovered using sophisticated FBI software) were not technically "child pornography" (no focus on genitals, no touching, no sexually suggestive poses, no signs of sexual arrousal; just people who voluntarily shed their clothing in public to be around like minded people, some of whom had cameras).

I was released. (see May 14 post)


Then, 4 days later, I was re-arrested by the feds, who picked up the charges, though hadn't even seen the "evidence" yet. It took them another 40 days or so to release me for the same (see above) reasons.


The moral is: if you find a data storage drive abandoned and nobody claims it and you use it; beware that stuff that is on it which is deleted and you will have no idea exists unless you have the FBI recovery program, could land you in federal prison with a Pakistani guy, who will pray 5 times a day, facing Mecca...
 
To Those Whom I Wrote
To those whom I wrote from the Federal Lockup, which correspondence I mailed three days before they summarily released me to "the street," please, don't send money to the Bay Minette jail.
The library is closing soon, much to do to catch up on things.
Tonight, I will probably spend in the graveyard, eating oatmeal with honey and jam which was made by Becky, the lady who let me crash at her home in Bay Minette after I met her at a gas station after I had walked 5 miles from the jail, looking for a Wal-Mart but not finding one.