Handling business and such....
Once when down at the beach I got a speeding ticket and inspection violation....Camp LeJeune/Jacksonville NC are in the same county so I hired a lawyer down there......Pretty good lawyer.....instead of thee normal improper equipment he got it
thrown out....Well a couple
three years pass and I lit the radar gun again....Naturally I wait until the week before court too hire a lawyer...I had an ink pen with the lawyer from before so I called....no answer so I called again....Multiple calls over a short period and no answer....no voice mail....just ringing....I was down there with cash at the ready and figured something was wrong with the phone...I decided just too ride up there the next day...Now I keep an eye on my surroundings...That night I noticed a car with blacked out windows riding by several times...Note my place is down in a neighborhood...The car wasn't the normal law car nor one I would normally associate with blacked out windows....So the next morning I cut too Jacksonville....Nice 4 lane Hwy. 17....Pretty soon I notice the car with the windows lurking in the rear view....I speed up....I slow down....still it remains about the same distance...Well I'm doing nothing wrong so I shrug it off and keep trucking...The old downtown section of Jacksonville has some one way streets and I'd only been there once before....so yeah I rode by the lawyers office a couple three times before I saw it...Finally I get a shot at the parking lot beside the office and pull in....The lawyer had an upstairs office....I open the door and head up the steps when suddenly.....FREEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm looking at two 45s pointed at me.....I look over my shoulder and there's two more 45s....So yeah I get my face ground into the stinky not changed since the 60s carpet on those stairs....and......handcuffed....I'm taken upstairs and thrown into a chair....US Marshals are everywhere.....What the?????????????? Seems old lawyer boy was running a ponzi....not only that....he was using his big old lawyer fishing boat to meet some Columbians off shore and bring in some marching powder....I explained why I was there and Hell No !!! they're not buying it...One lawdog does rifle through my pockets and produces the cash.....ticket and that ink pen with the lawyer's phone number....They had ran my number when I called so many times in such a short period of time....If it looks like a duck...........Seems my calls and they're arrival all happened right along the same time....Finally they
buy my story and the nastiest of the Marshals says come on....we're going to see the DA....He has the DA tear up the ticket though I did have to pay court costs...I used my unexpected cash windfall too purchase a BC Rich guitar I'd seen a couple of weeks previous at one of the millions of pawn shops in Jacksonville...I sold it to a friend when I got back home...He moved too Virginia Beach a few years back....Couple weeks back he came down too record with my BiL and had that BC Rich with him.....Just another day in the life of a Heathen....