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Dear Daughter,

While I was kept in the Irvine detention cell, I was given the ability to call my family. The female officer was very nice and asked me who I wanted to call. She had my cell phone and asked me if I had anyone in mind. I was very courteous and respectful because I know I could make my situation worse by being disrespectful, and the people overseeing my detainment could make things worse for me. If there is one thing I’ve learned is to be r respectful to law enforcement., whether you agree or disagree with their decisions. Respect can sometimes go a long way. For the most part, these people are only performing their jobs. It’s also important to note that many of our family members were law enforcement and military.  I was able to call my cousin and your uncle. They both didn’t answer right away but they both called me back in a quick amount of time. I explained to my cousin the situation and she was very upsent with your mom. I have to say that at that point I gained solidarity with my family. They realized the bullshit that your mom was producing.

At around 4am or 5am I was rounded up in a chain gang. If you don’t know what a chain gain is, it’s a group of inmates that are locked up together by their legs, so it would be very difficult for them to run away. It made it very hard to walk because you had to be concerned with the step of the person behind and in front of you. From the Irvine detention center , I was transported in a vehicle where I was locked vertically in a chair. The best I can explain it is if you ride the Rotor ride at an amusement park, but you are chained up to the arm rail and your feet still touch the ground for the entire ride. There was no fun in that. We arrived at the Santa Ana detention center where I was first brought to a very thick unbreakable window to explain to the people behind it if I had any medical conditions.  From there two corrections officers frisked me, pushed me around and asked me if I thought I was some kind of tough guy beating up a woman. I thought about all the movies I saw in the past for the right response. I looked at the officer and I told him I was innocent just like everyone else in this place. He looked at me crookedly and told me to move into the next room which I willfully did.

During the next few hours I met a number of characters, for which I would say are all God’s children and for some reason, I was able to get along with all of them. I didn’t have one problem in detainment. The way I looked at it, is if you show respect to people, then respect you will get. I met one gentlemen that was in a jumpsuit and was with two other friends. He had to switch out his clothes into the jumpsuit because he had blood all over his clothes from stabbing someone. He told me he did that because this man was assaulting his girlfriend, which I’m sure was questionable. I had no fear of him, and in fact we got along very well, him and his friends and had a couple of laughs together. They asked me questions on how to get the best bail in their situation. I gave them phone numbers of bail bondsmen to call. They were somewhat grateful and gave me their number in the event I wanted to hang out or wanted drugs or if I needed some help dealing with your grandfather. I took the number knowing I would respectfully decline those suggestions. I had enough of my own problems at that time, which were created fictitiously by your mother. She really put me in some hot water with her false accusations.