What can I tell you...we had a little misunderstanding. It is hard being a primate, and not knowing exactly what is and is not acceptable behavior in public. Geez, you throw a bit of poo around, and everyone gets all bent out of shape. I won't go into the ugly details, but let's just say I have learned some hard lessons.
I don't think my discretions will go down on my permanent record. I did some quick talking, and got myself some expert legal assistance, and managed to get through it with my ego, and my sqeaky clean record intact. As a matter of fact, by the time I left the station, I was an honorary member of the force. They need a few more strong, hairy-knuckled type of guys around there.
I will do my best to stay out of trouble from here on out. No more hitchhiking, carousing, loitering, harassing, etc. I have experienced the backseat of a squad car, and it stinks - literally. I love this education...I think they call it the school of hard knocks.
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Dearest Monkeyboy, I am following your blog and I see that you recently got into trouble with the law. The danger and adventure in your life leave me feeling an attraction towards you. I look forward to your next posting. ~ Monkeygirl
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