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I was being moved from lock up to the Commissioner’s Office at 2am, the
day of my arrest, in February, I was in handcuffs & ankle chains.
As we were in the van, the guards transferring us insisted playing
“What’s Your Crime?” One by one, they went through the roster of
prisoners. (I insisted on being called a guest, since “prisoner” sounds
so icky. Funny enough, the boys complied, with a grin!)
Once
they got to me, one said in a very game show like manner “Ladies &
gentleman, what is her crime?” The others piped up, responding “tax
evasion, IT theft, ID theft”. I asked “Since I am in these badass
restraints, can I come up with a crime equally badass?” The guard
responded with “We don’t care what you say, as long as you don’t tell us
you killed cop!”
That’s one of the few moments in my life I was speechless.
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