On the night of the 25th of October I was arrested for allegedly driving while intoxicated. I'd like to note that I have not had a drink since the Christmas of '24 and I continue abstaining from alcohol for health and psychological reasons (Yes, I'm Crazy XP). I do, however, take pills for pain. For good reason, too; I have two herniated discs in my lower back from working construction since I was 14 and I have arthritis, both osteo and vanilla. "How do you have osteoarthritis at 24?" I've had two hip surgeries in which they fundamentally removed the shocks from my joints. As a result, I have a lingering deep ache in my hips, and it sucks.

The pain pills in particular are a novel opiod-ergic chemical named 7-hydroxymitragynine (Philozine). It's a metabolically produced alkaloid derived from the kratom plant, scientifically known as Mitragyna Specioca. Thai construction workers chew it as a relaxant as well as an analgesic since construction is, in fact, painful.

I went out for a night on San Antonio's busy central district (Downtown) to sing on the sidewalk and maybe add a splash of flavor and color to a city that I would describe as the place where dreams go to die and life goes to wait in line. In my book "Enjoy the Ride", I reference it directly as the city of Chacalunya that drives the main character's conflict with society and culture. I was out for a while, maybe 6 hours singing my heart out to classic bands like Seether and Chevelle.

I had fun, but I lost track of my health. After 6 hours in the oppressive heat of the Central Texan Desert, I started feeling bad. Like really bad. I began dry heaving non-stop to the point that I was essentially having convulsions after the first hour of my body trying to expel whatever it is it thought was the problem, but I knew the problem. I hadn't eaten that day and the only thing I had to drink was Powerade- after my musical excursion.

Dehydrated, hungry, and blood sugar through the roof, my organs got angry and caused me to wretch uncontrollably. At some point I had decided to call an ambulance, because I thought I was legitimately in danger. If not dying, most certainly someone could easily take advantage of my situation and opt to steal my keys, my bag, or even my car. So 15 minutes pass and the ambulance shows up. I tell them everything, that I drove like two blocks before I deemed it too unsafe to drive and pulled into a parking lot. That I take philozine for certain conditions I have. As they're treating me I smell pork and hear a particularly curious individual inquiring about my situation. SAPD had arrived.

You ever hear about ACAB? This is why. So as the paramedics are treating me the police begin interrogating me as I'm on the ground. No empathy, no sense. All they care about is making their arrest. So they force me to stand up, which I'm having problems with as my legs are convulsing and my abdomen is threatening to crush my organs. They take me out to the back of my car and don't let me lean on the car or sit on the bumper for arbitrary reasons. They continue interrogating me, now administering their officially debunked tests, assaulting my autistic eyes with their flashlights and making me do field sobriety tests which I cannot pass since I have disabilities caused by brain damage and cerebral palsy. I try to explain to them but they either ignore me or tell me to shut up.

So eventually they tell me to turn around and put my hands around my back. No rights read, no empathy, just professional malice with a badge and a gun. Meanwhile there is probably some guy starting a fight at a bar or some dude breaking into cars. But no, pick on the sick dude who just wanted to get checked out by an ambulance. San Antonio's Finest, people, remember that. Remember next time you need help from an officer who has yet to arrive, and realize that they're probably picking on someone with disabilities. This is one of many issues I have with this city. Despite the fact that there are many actually malicious people and real life or death situations happening in this city, the supposed peace officers are more focused on picking low hanging fruit and trying to fatten up their career statistics with seemingly easy arrests on vulnerable people. This is lazy policing at its most obvious, and I will not take this lying on my side.

The justice system prides itself on its lack of prejudice and the notion of "Innocent Until Proven Guilty". But from what I experienced from my time in the system, this couldn't be further from the truth. The police treat you like an animal, nobody respects your time or difficulties, and they look to make your stay in the detainment lobby as miserable as possible despite the fact that you haven't been convicted of anything. Not to mention, falsely arresting people under arbitrary reasoning just feeds them over to actual criminal gangs and organizations, increasing their numbers and destabilizing this shithole of a city even more. Peace keepers? More like instigators.

So then I ask, is this really keeping the peace? Or is it policing for profit? Because I don't wanna live in a place where the people tasked with caring for its denizens are more occupied with accolades and paychecks and not actually keeping the people safe.