I had a great day on the beach, whales were breaching the bay before and as it got dusk I walked and carried my aging doxie on my back a quarter mile or so the parking lot and I get mistaken for being homeless and possibly robbing car and being disabled I walk hunched over and funny and the police took advantage of the situation and predetermed that I was either drunk or hijacking or robbing a car of which mine is a classic 1999, sport SUV, with crome rims, fuel injection, rack and pinion steering and better then the car the police in my opinion and just got to the car and was just sitting and resting after a long hike from Little Beach and my back was and is in vertual pain all the time from back breaking work on the waterfront for some twenty years since my wife was forced to leave me after marrying into the Kettenhofen family and giving then three grandchildren by thier treat of disheritance and conervativeship on my wife and so signed over my community property to her and thus making her a sole millionaire, for her father owned the I.C.B. building and other landmarks in Marin and elsewhere and was former supervisior of Marin and knew the judges in my divorce and I would not show up and let her take the children to and survived salvaging and recycling on the waterfront until I was disabled and reached Social Security age with a little bit of disability from the State of California and so sitting in my sport SUV and looking like I didn't belong to such a nice vehicle, when the female cop came up out of the dark with no warning and not noticing them in the lot and started banging on my window and the key was not even in the egnition yet to the best of my memory being almost seventy years old now and the other officer started sear h my car from outside with his flashlight and spotted an open container out of reach in the back that I forgot to cover after making a screw driver in a container of which I didn't even finnish while talking to a local and enjoying the day, the female officer yelled "are you drunk" in a very insulting way like I was shit maybe because I had the longest beard and walked with a limp and doggie in my back pack and then the other officer rudley told me to put my hands on the wheel while they had a flashlight on me and decided to turn on my video phone to document what was happening for I didn't understand and a hell broke loose as guns or a gun was pulled and clicked in my hearing and was dragged out of the SUV and thrown to the ground without asking any questions of which I was trying to be reasonable with them and even joked about the officer asking if it was water of votka and my last words as I hit the ground were "Oh God" and he starting yelling "Roll over, Roll over", like I was a dog to impress his you g female partner no doubt and I never resisted them at all and complied and then he went through my pack and took my medical marijunna and funny, he left the votka in car and said that he was going to tow my car and take my little doggie to, so to speak and all the way to police station they were playing loud rock and roll music and I was yelling for them to turn it off or down and take me to Marin General for a blood test to prove that I was not drunk and they refused and then at the station the man in charge threw me down again, while not resisting but asking what I was being booked for and was told resisting arrest and kept asking the arresting officer "resisting arrest" I don't understand what arrest and on what charge and didn't understand for three days until I looked up the code / interfering with the duty of an officer and meanwhile I was left without medical attention medication and food and without a bed or blanket from the time of booking around eight or nine p.m..till they finnally let me make bail the next day around three in the afternoon, without blanket in a bare cell for a this time and they wouldn't let md make a phone call for attorney of bail in some righteen hours with only a baloney sandwhich towards the end and all the police wouldn't answer any questions. like how long can one be locked up without a bed, food or medicine or phone call and a female deputy gave me a hand signel "four hours" and nobody would listen to my pleas and while a man was crying for help for hours in another bunkless cell and was ignored until the Grand Jury was about to arrive and they took him to another cell and apparently shot him up with something, to keep his mouth shut from his pain, until the jury came and I pleaded with them that this place is insane and I haven't even been able to make a phone ca since the night before, or blanket or food or medicine for some eighteen hours, all toll when they came to see the conditions of the jail which was horrible and after, it was a nut house with jaded police and eventually it cost me $750.00 to get my car back and $250.00 fir Aladin Bail Bonds, great lady by the and my exwife vouced for me as I oaid by credit card at the station by phone with the help of one kind officer and my dog cost $30.00 to bail and miraculously they put up $300.00, for my dog to have dental work for she is licensed by the Human Society as and entertainment dog while fund raising for our newly, formed waterfront church in Sausalito after loosing our meeting place at the Senior Center and looking for a new location to meet and having a this on my mind and heart and needed to escape to the peace of the beach and take some time off and also Doug Storms was and still is my co-pastor, untill we find a new meeting place in town or maybe Tennessee Valley Inprovement club, us all time lost fund raising from the trama and ordeal and I couldn't or didn't eat solid food for forty days and nights and only taking liquids and some broth with vegie powder in the evenings, when hunger or heath demanded and my second such fast this past year and partially protesting the horrible food the give yo the inmates, who need real brain food and fresh vegtables and finnally I am an activist minister and C.E.O. of the New Covenant Evangelistic Association, Inc a 501c3 non profit church orginization and Reverand Douglous Storms is Secretary and my grown and Univercity Grad children's mother Becky Romanowsky and member of the Ernest Niles Kettenhofen family and finnally yes I have been arrested before for non violent civil disobidience and falsly charged with disturbing the peace and never, ever have I fought with or resisted arrest in the past and only be laying down to be carried away in body bag or chains and leather straps and have no crimminal adult record since eighteen years old and remember Martin Luther King was arrested 29 times for his non violent civil disobedience and I have never struggled with police for that is futile....to be continued by Peter Romanowsky
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