The cops picked me up for attempted murder. I can still see the detectives, licking their chops. Thought they had me. Two weeks later, the cat came out of a coma and told the truth. I was innocent.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.
I was held hostage and almost executed by a man who was robbing us in the middle of the night.
I was in prison for a charge in Texas, murder one. Back in the '70s in Texas, I was there. I heard the shot. I was in the car.
While I was in jail, they handcuffed me and took me to a backroom, where a detective from the FBI and a Secret Service agent were, and they interrogated me for about three or four hours.
They would almost throw the cops in jail when they tried to arrest me.
The police came to me to say I had death threats and that I had to be careful!
This morning I was laughing at my cat who was running up the stairs and slipped, and pretended like it didn't happen.
I finally figured out what my crime was. I lived. Big mistake.
I crashed my bicycle on the way to my first date with my ex-girlfriend and was cautioned by the police.
Initially charged with assaulting a police officer and resisting arrest I was held for 36 hours, was beaten by cops and made to stand spread eagled against the cell wall for 12 hours with no food or water, until I collapsed. Everyone was strip searched on the way in.