He told me to go away. I asked him how far away I had to go. I walked back 5 or 6 steps. He told me to go away. I backed up some more. He tackled me to the ground, broke my classes, got gravel in my hair, brought me to jail, charged me with obstructing an investigation, resisting arrest, possession of contraband, and two unspecified bicycle infractions.
This tuesday I will talk to the D.A. and explain to him that I am taking everything to a jury trial if he doesn't drop all 5 of the charges.
Daily Paul cured my abibliophobia.
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