I have no Idea, but it puts things into prespective,
I guy I knew in high school but hadn't seen in years contacted me after about 20 plus years, I met him for dinner. Apparently another mutual friend of ours had just committed suicide. He had been close to the guy and I guess he wanted someone to talk to. So we talked, he was getting a divorce etc.. Told him what to do, what not to do (didn't listen). Anyway He stooped calling me up and I was cool with it (happy really ). But the reason he stopped calling me was. His wife had a restraining order out against him. He violated it. By driving down her street. Jail time! So I fielded a couple of collect call from jail "lonely I guess " no big deal.
So one day I get a call "Hey, I got a big favor to ask you, can I use your address when I get out just for a few weeks till I get on my feet?" I was like "ok I will stay with My GF. I am moving in a week or to so you can take over my apt if its ok with the Landlord, till then you can use my TV, appliances, computer, furniture etc. " ( I have the Ultimate Bachalor Pad lol )
So after a week or two in my apt, his parol officer searches my apt, Finds some ammo, a gun cleaning kit etc.. Back to jail for him. oops sorry.
The reality of it was they ( Cops ) had met me there to make sure I was cool and interview me about my participation in his parol. Three cops were in my apt for four hours or so on two different days. They went thru it with a fine tooth comb. I said " I have a legal Gun permit but dont keep it in my apt." But they saw all the other stuff. They could have said something like , no gun paraphernalia, parts, cleaning kits, old WW1 holsters, my great grandfathers Sabers for christsakes.
They call ATF who toss the whole house. They find a spare magazine for my .( totally legal ) .45 that I keep at my moms house etc. Then they show up at my GF's apt. and ask me all these questions about what I own, where are they, etc. Guns I dont have any more, When I sold them etc. Asking me about stuff I sold in 1988 in Vermont like I am going to have a receipt for it? Really scary,
They won't answer any question I ask them. Why are you here? What did I due wrong? Are there any fines? Am I in trouble? They kept alluding to a gun they may have found in the Apt. Was it one of mine in a box of clothes I took out of my moms house recently? I have no idea as they wouldn't tell me what they found. (I am moving, had every thing in boxes and my Mom brought me some stuff old clothes tools books etc. that I had at her house)
So anyway I think I need a hard core NYC Lawyer who handles cases for drug dealers and shit.
I feel like shit about the guy too. I was only trying to help him out, now he's fuhqed. I don't know if I am.
Then I get a 60k Fine from the IRS. I was really feeling down about it.
When I read something like this I think.
Life is good here. No big problems in the long run. It made me feel really shallow and foolish.
Last edited by Horseman 77 (2006-05-26 14:30:16)