This story really really makes me boil!!!!
My birthday was November 23rd, the day before Thanksgiving. I was having a hard time coping with life in general because of pending false allegations
of statutory sodomy issues that were beginning to take my life. I had lost my home, vehicles, retirement, job and most importantly I have been
estranged from my 3 kids for 2.5 yrs until I finally get this false allegation crap over with. ( I am actually innocent).
The alleged victim even told the court I was innocent and so did all of my alibis but the state will not let the charges drop. It pushed me over the
edge and have tried to keep it together for over two and a half years. It was a situation that would have claimed lesser men's lives but I woke up on
my birthday feeling lower than the dirt on the ground and took my broken soul and body to the emergency room to get admitted into the hospital for
suicidal thoughts. I was full on ready to die and just let it be but I gave it one last shot for my children's sake.
I was admitted into the hospital and informed them that I lost my job 2.5 yr ago and that I am battling an insurmountable false allegation case and
the State of Missouri has taken everything from me, my family, and I am facing 25 yrs in prison for crimes I did not commit. I told them I was angry
at the system for punishing an innocent man and that i did nothing wrong! Little did I know, I royally screwed up by saying that I wasn't happy with
I talked to the nurses and the doctors in the E.R and was cordial, polite and not irrational. I did notice there were an awful lot of people in the
room with me and didn't really know why there needed to be 5 people in the room while I was letting it all out. The doctor kept asking me if I had
plans to hurt anybody but I kept replying "no I plan on harming nobody". It is almost like he was goading me into saying I would. Finally he
subsided with the questions and gave me a sedative to relax me until they could place me in a facility for care. I was relieved to know i'd be in a
safe place to work through my inner turmoil. The last thing I said to the doctor was that at "least I have my sense of humor still" after telling a
corny joke. He turned around and said in a stoic manner" I don't think you will after we get this ordeal over with"
The last comment struck me as peculiar and slightly disconcerting. I was starting to feel the sedation kicking in so I didn't dwell on it and
drifted off in a drugged stupor.
About an hour later an ambulance came to pick me up to transport me to Mercy Hospital in St. Louis. The ride was a brief 35 minutes but it seemed
like forever in that cold box on a gurney. I arrived around 8 or 9 at the psych ward I was loopy from the drugs but peaceful knowing I was going to
get help finally. My family and friends have all asked me to get help and some antidepressants to help me through but Me, being a manly man like John
Wayne, kept pushing away people that love me and care. I was happy to be there.
My first night there was spent getting a feel for the other patients and their own problems they are working through. A few of them were downright
frantic/scary. I went to sleep in my room around 11pm after I ate a snack.
I woke up around 8a.m feeling refreshed and after a few minutes of getting my bearing I remembered the preceeding day and realized it was
Thanksgiving. I got out of bed and proceeded down the hallway to the main area where the patients gather and watched the hustle and bustle that
occurs. I honestly thought I would see Jack Nicholson floating around in here like in "One Flew Over The Cookoo's Nest". I wasn't judging anybody
in the facility because I knew that if any of these people went through half the hell I've been through, then they deserved a little time out of
By now I am sure you want me to get to the good stuff but this is a rant! I gotta tell the story and get it off my chest. Doctor's orders!
After breakfast the psychiatrist called me into his office and asked me why I was there and I laid it ALL out there for him to disiminate. He
halfassed listened and asked me if I still felt "suicidal or homicidal". I said no because I feel safe here. He smiled and told me that we was done
here and directed me to go to the front desk. I shook his hand like I always do with men in parting and thanked him.
I got to the front desk, NOT knowing why I was sent there and said "Dr. Benedict Arnold (real name not disclosed) sent me". The nurse behind the
counter just looked at me with a bag that contained all of my belongings and a cup of pills to take. She just said "take these you are gonna need
them and you are being released". I was kinda dumbfounded by the odd turn of events that was unfolding.
I put on my personal effects and called my cousin to come pick me up. About that time an orderly told me to exit out the side door. As I was walking
out and the door was opened for me by the orderly, There stood 4 police officers!!!!
I looked at them and of course I about pooped my pants!
They just looked at me and one of the officers asked me if my name was MR. X( I ain
givin my real name, Sorry). I replied that I was and they proceeded to tell me I was under arrest!!!
I did the smart thing and asked why I was under arrest and where was their warrant and if there wasn't a warrant then what was the charge. It fell
on deaf ears. I am soooo glad that nurse gave me those pills because I almost flipped out but I kept my cool like Keith Stone lol.
In the 5 minute ride to the Creve Coeur police dept I asked a thousand times" what was my charges and where was the warrant"....Nothing except "we
are just doing our job".
By the time I got to the station I was booked and told I was heading to St.Louis county. Again I asked "WHERE IS THE WARRANT!!!???? This is the
first halfway answer I got from anybody "SIr, I don't know".
This was the point I was really putting two and two together. I was being held against my will for a non existent warrant that the police couldn't
produce!!!! Why would they do that? What would possibly be the point? The officer that was booking me let me use the department phone to call my
cousin that was still heading to the hospital to pick me up because she doesn't know anything that has transpired in the last 30 minutes! I informed
her that I was at the police department and that I've been arrested. She was like"WTF....Why?" I told her over their phone that "they couldn't
produce a warrant and I haven't been mirandized and have no friggin inkling why I was arrested."
The officer then told me that bail was $200 and I asked her if she could get it for me. She had it in her purse and was heading there to get me.
They then took me to a jail cell. She was only ten minutes away and figured at most i'd be in there maybe an hour tops! I sat in the cell for 4 hrs
then an officer came to my cell and told me I was being transported to another facility. I was really confused, If I had money for bail, and my cousin
was here 4.5 hrs ago why wasn't I out yet?
By then my meds were wore off and I was fit to be tied!!!! I was hollering and throwing stuff, smacking the camera, anything I could do to get my
voice out there that I was being held illegally and they couldn't produce a warrant! An officer came back there like cock of the walk and told me I
was not obligated to see my warrant and know why I was under arrest.