I returned to Norfolk to get my cast removed. No doctor would remove it so I had to return to get it removed by the casters. I kept it as brief as possible.
I haven’t been back since but it was through that whole experience of being jailed down there, that I penned Reporters and Detectives cause once I was released that’s what the atmosphere felt like as I departed their grounds.
The crooked police officer broke my arm while I was on my way to work that one day. That same day, I ended up in jail and had to sit with it for a week without proper medical care, until doctors could properly cast me up, because that clown cop broke my arm with his excessive brutality and felt he had to cover it up by trying to “lose me in the system.” But they let me choose my colors. It did help cheer me up and I took on a Thor persona. “AuThor”, “King AuThor”! As I recall, there were issues when he had to wear armor and I believe he had a broken arm too. I chose green and black. I ended up getting into a fight with the cast upon my return from the doctor at that time, in the holding portion with a prisoner who wouldn’t stop whispering in my ear! I awoke to him glaring over me as the Shakira/Wyclef jam played on in the background with the “No fighting!” repeating itself continuously. It was a memorable moment. I did manage to clock him a few with the cast just so he could feel it and try to knock some sense into his noggin.
The slow throw action is another reason why I held back when attending UMUC and being wrongly jailed and jumped in upper Marlboro prison by the goons squad. I would have been much too slow and risked the other and only arm left being injured too.
Anyway, I also got to enjoy the tune Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland. We had cable TV in the general holding cell. I saw this guy named Jenkins in there.
I met him back in Palmer Park, Md. by way of my neighbor Walt. Walt had “accidentally” shot him in the leg or something when they were chilling together one day. I was surprised to see him all the way down in a Norfolk jail! He told me he was friends with a C.O. and that they smoked weed together before. I soon left that sector after they failed to break up the fight I had in there. I remember the nurse Sykes who helped me get through with at least a pretty face to look at on the regular. There was also a guard that reminded me of Diana Taurasi. Things were more peaceful overnight as I found peace and tranquility in the pine aroma of the freshly mopped walkways.
They ended up moving me from that nice roomy bossman-like cell to one with a pillar obscuring any outside view. I read the Bible with no glasses and wrote poems. Reaching out to whoever’s addresses I could recall as well as reaching out to Mimi Valdez through a Vibe magazine they had laying around. I believe that was the difference-maker as I had to go into survival mode trading food for stamps and envelopes. I hadn’t even seen my lawyer by then. All very strange circumstances like they were trying to cover it up and hide me away! The cop had destroyed my glasses whilst the whole time they were telling me they were in the property bag! More bull crap just like the accusation that landed me there cause they never found any such evidence saying it’s probably in the bag and that’s the same thing he said about my glasses, as neither were in my bag! An easy excuse. Upon my return to the scene of the abduction, I found my glasses smashed and scraped into the ground bringing their existence to an abrupt end. Just like my temp agency run and adventures in Norfolk, Hampton, and Newport News, ended there too.
