
Had a bit of a hassle when I went to the prison last night - and I only got to see the D-Man for about 5 minutes. Frisking is not all it's made out to be... (visits are supposed to be a half hour long - I suppose if you don't happen to be wearing a hat, bandanna and a tie-dye.)
At least he got to see his daughter. Hope he's alright.
Looks like I'll be getting him out of the slammer soon (I hope... if all goes well).
Got him a lawyer Tuesday, and he's awesome. Calmed me down immensely.
Then I got an extended "line of credit" at the bank - signing the papers next Monday (thank gawd it went through). Then it's off to the Courthouse to pay the lawyer and the first set of fines . With Luck, he'll be transferred, the lawyer will show up and ask for a hearing, and I'll pay the second set of fines (the big ones) at the Courthouse in the next county - and he'll be released in time for the Fourth (please). Brings new meaning for me to the Independence Day thing...
Can't wait to give him a big fat hug and then a good bare-assed licking. I still think that cop had a hard-on for my man. If you'd have seen the smile on his face when he slapped the cuffs on... you'd know what I mean.
Damn this is such a racket it seems.
The charges were dropped years ago on the first warrant, but the fine still has to be paid.
Why?