I am not a number.

I am not a number. I am a free man

-Number 6

The closer you are to Caesar the greater the fear. I contemplated this as I wove my way from the outer rings of the Albertville municipal court system towards the center. Unlike Dante I didn’t have a Virgil to guide me through. It all started June 19th on the way back from an Air show in Atlanta at around 2am. The Albertville police pulled my car over and decided that they wanted to do a search of the vehicle. It would end August 28th in a back-room deal with the prosecuting attorney.

Okay, so I’m going overboard on the creative license here. I have zero complaints about how any of the people in the Albertville municipal system handled me. Most of the time they weren’t really all that helpful but they were nice and polite about it. Also after talking to the prosecutor before the trial something happened and he decided to drop the charges, and the case was dismissed. He couldn’t really prosecute it though and I’ll go into why when I get to that segment. I’ll be blogging all the stories that go along with this case in sort of a serial fashion in the future.