1 April 1998
I had been out for a while but I seems I couldn't outwit the police officers. They caught up to me saying the got an anonymous tip from someone.
Snitch.
Whomever this "tip" was from, they must have been watching me this whole time because there was no one around that day.
I honestly don't understand why the officers didnt just use their dogs to track me down.
That's what they are for.
My hearing was today. The court ruled 50 years no bail + deportation. They might be taking in my cousin as well for housing me.
I recognized most of the officers there except for one. He looked more the detective type.
They also took Rosie for autopsies, evaluations. I'm not sure how they'll figure out anything.
Through out my hearing, I didn't say a word. I figured I'd play it passive for now and see where tonight takes me.
Tonight has taken me to solitary confinement and tomorrow's bringing me deportation on my own private plane. In a straight jacket. And handcuffs on my feet.
It's a bit over the top, really.
I'm sort of surprised they didn't bring up my sketch book. I mean as harmless as it is I'd expect them to bring that up first since they think anything can mean something.
