After putting me in the car, the security guards went back in to see if they could locate any of the drugs. The informant and an undercover CID agent said, that I had been selling that night and I had been wearing a leather jacket when I walked in.
As I dropped my jacket in front of the stage, Jocie saw it land on the ground. When the cops grabbed me and left the building, she quickly grabbed it, rushed to the women’s bathroom and shoved it into the garbage can. She sat there, next to the garbage the rest of the night until the cops were completely gone.
They never found it.
They did find what they thought was my jacket, on the back of a chair, with 26 hits of LSD in small baggies sitting in one of the pockets. They asked the undercover agent and the informant if it was my jacket and they both said no, it belonged to Eddie.
It was at this point that they apprehended Eddie. They cuffed him and put him in a different car. Arriving at the Louisiana State Police Headquarters, they took Eddie to a room.
We had not seen each other since the arrest and they told him that I had talked in great detail about our purchasing and dealing.
For some reason he believed them and spilled his guts as the Trooper and Agent Thundercloud took a sworn statement. The amount of information he gave them was more than they already had on me.
Under military law, you don’t always need physical evidence. A sworn statement from a reputable source is good enough to charge and incriminate you.
Eddie gave them enough ammunition to put me away for a long time. I don’t know why he believed that I had talked. They told me the same thing about him but I did not believe them.
I was wrong.
I had no idea what was in store for me. One of the cops sat me down in a chair and let me sit in a room for a while.
My arms were still bound behind the chair with handcuffs. My head was still a little fuzzy from the “X” that I had taken and I did not have a full grasp on everything.
The two cops came back into the room and started to say some stuff to me like “Boy, who do you think you are coming around here selling drugs in our community?”
My reply had something to do with them not being able to do anything with me because I was Army property. They did not like that at all and I received a couple of smacks to the back of my head.
I couldn’t do anything because I was handcuffed to the chair. I knew that if I attempted anything I would receive a proper beating and probably be charged with some sort of resisting arrest or assault of an officer.
These guys were real redneck and probably related to everyone in the local law enforcement. Thundercloud came in to let me know that Eddie had talked, told them everything and that I would be better off fessing up.
I said that I didn’t believe them and that I wanted to talk to a lawyer.
On that note I was told that I would be picked up the next day by Military Police escort and he would talk to me again.
After the “interrogation” I was processed and taken to a cell. The door was solid metal painted a light green and there was a small slot that opened for a food tray.
I walked into the cell and they door closed behind me. The distinct sound of keys jumbling and the following sound of the lock engaging, ensured me that I was sealed in for the night.
The only light coming in was through the open food tray slot. I found my way over to a sheet of metal sticking out of the wall that was supposed to be a bunk.
The smell of metal, paint, sweat and urine and who knows what else, entered my nostrils with every breath. I laid down on the bunk and I started to process what was going on. Realizing there was no way out of this I started to panic.
The last time I was in jail I knew I would be out in a matter of days. Praying to God to get me out of this situation would not work this time.
My family would probably be glad to know I was no longer on the run.
My life was ruined and it was all my fault.
As the familiar feeling of drugs wearing off and depression set in, I think I cried a little bit and then fell asleep.
Thinking to myself….
Maybe I would just be better off dead.