Another day, another dreary-eyed homosapien dragging my claws with a break when I scratch my nuts. It has been so long since I have posted and you want to know why? I have been in a vegetative state thanks to Morphine Sulphate. People do crazy shit to get their hands on this drug. All I want is to get off it. Maybe soon. I met a Neurosurgeon last week and he told me there was a real problem with my Lumbar spine.Spondylolisthesis and spina bifida occulta. Both were aggravated by my service to our country as a United States Air Force medic. After the problems with my PTSD, it is well documented in these blogs. Just go to the archives. My addiction to pain killers started many, many years ago. You know what the say about doing drugs? Jails, institutions, or DEATH. Fortunate for me, I was sent to the Alabama Department of Corrections. A new life I would have to adapt to make it, through. Well, It was in the middle of August in South Bama and the only place that had air conditioning was the Law Library. One problem; You had to have a case number to get in. If you didn't have that number, you awesome getting in, period. I had to think fast. I had to get off this farm squad and get in that A/C.
Looking back on the run-ins with the law in a small town, everyone knew everyone. I had to find me a case, and fast. I thought about the Task Force busting in my house and that was it. There are at least 2 constitutional violations. So, I filed a 1883 form in Federal court pleading informa pauperous. Hell, I'm ain't got money for a filling fee. I sued everybody involved, both personally and professional, What is mos important, I got my case number and could go the the A/C anytime. Two years into the case, the lawyers of the cops flooded me with motions and pleadings trying to make me think it isn't worth it. I had a Federal Magistrate in the Norther District of Alabama send me the civil rules of Civil Procedure. Thank God he sent it, soon because I was about to lose by default. Imagine all those lawyers the way the looked. When the Judge ruled there was significant issues that should be addressed by the jury. That, my blogger friends is called The Summary Judgement Stage. It is where frivolous lawsuits are thrown out. I knew I had the rest of the summer and most of the next next summer working on my case. I spent better part of 6 years in this last trip to the ALABAMA DOC. Staying cool, working my case then about 3 years later the boss at the camp woke me up at midnight and informed me I was on transferr. I told him there must be some mistake, and there was. I was to be transported by then US Marshals to the Hugo Black Federal Court Co-use. I had asked for a lawyer and never heard from one. When the Mars halls got me in the side cell at the court house when a man walks in and introduces himself as my attorney.
I freaked out, especially when the trial was to start a 9am. My lawyer could tell I was extremely nervous and assured me that everything would be fine. He held up about an 8in thick of notes, pleadings, notions, you name it. Kenneth, my lawyer, told me that I did a hell of a job on this case and I should have been a lawyer. The trial lasted 2 days. All the prosecutions case was eyewitness from three police officers. I had the truth. Kenneth laid the wood on Gadsden's Narcotic Task Force He asked why did about 12 officers show up at my clients house, with the canine squad," Isn't that correct?" Yea I guess the wast that many, Harbin spoke through his dip. " Mr. Harbin, you came to my clients house with the expressed intention of violating his constitution right by search his house without a warrant." " No, we just wanted to talk." What a gomer. or, he underested me. theblogmeister