The Path Of The Basileus Chapter 108 108: I'm alive

I was running so errands downtown during all this presidential transition ss, and there was a protest going on that I ended up passing right through because I wanted to get to the tro as quickly as possible and go ho. I had just finished delivering so docunts and collecting a bit of money, since I'm still pretty tight financially.

Out of nowhere, a trio of "idiots" jumped on saying I had thrown a rock at one of them. That group of idiots turned out to be cops.

They claid they had supposedly been following with a drone and that I had thrown a rock at one of them, leaving him bleeding, along with a whole bunch of other accusations.

Obviously those bastards treated like shit. They took to the station and threw into a holding cell for the entire day while waiting for a guarantee judge to review my detention.

But the system works like absolute garbage, because the first-instance judge didn't even want to look at the evidence, and the damn prosecutor charged with attempted homicide against a public officer.

He offered a deal: three years and one day if I admitted guilt, instead of ten.

Because of that, and because of the severity of the charge, even with my spotless record they put in pre-trial detention.

So I spent a few days in jail, in a shitty cell. Thankfully not with the entire general prison population, but it was still a terrible experience.

Long story short: the day of the trial arrived. The prosecutor supposedly didn't need investigation ti because the cri had been "in flagrante."

The three cops claid it was who threw the rock and all that nonsense, showing the supposed visual evidence and everything.

But in the drone footage it was clearly visible how the trio of idiots lost sight of the person they were actually following, and that guy passed right by . We were dressed sowhat similarly, so without thinking they grabbed , while the guy who actually threw the rock went happily ho.

I have to admit I enjoyed the mont when the judge tore the prosecutor apart for not reviewing the evidence before filing such a serious charge. The whole ti the prosecutor just kept his head down while the judge scolded him for making both the prosecution and the police look ridiculous.

For the next few days I stayed at a friend's house while going back and forth between the prosecutor's office and the police to file the corresponding complaints and start the lawsuit.

So for now I'm busy making life miserable for those three cops.

If this had been the United States I probably would've hit the jackpot with taxpayer money. But here it was just an apology, reimbursent of my legal expenses, and a small compensation for the days I spent in jail, which I still have to sue for in order to actually receive.

So I hope you understand that I'm not exactly in the best mood to write right now, even though I did co up with an idea for a story. But first I want to finish dealing with what I have on my plate.