I have been arrested for DUI(driving under influence)charges over the weekend.I am writing you this from my detention where they were generous enough to provide me with a laptop.Thanks to my nice attitude towards COPS.We have always helped each other throughout homicide detection history:)
It happened last night as I was driving with my pink-slip panicked after I had lost my job at the mental veterinary hospital.They smelt pink maragarita in my breath.Thats what the gay looking cop said:)I don't blame him.It was the bartender who was kind enough to pour more tequila than the mix.
Now that I am confined solitarily within these prison cells.All I have is time to entertain you with my jail diaries.
They have given me a title of politician among DOGS.All dogs are equal from Alaska to Zimababwe.We too write journals inside while our journey last here with human thugs.
Guess what tho?
All these criminals around were staring so hard at me they almost went blind.
Lute felt like Sir Anthony Hopkins in "Silence of the lambs".Gravity of skeleton perfect flesh of mine is unimaginable they think.But how I know?I think I know:)
Now that I have started to write on one thread instead of many offending others who are uninterested in my bullsh*t.I will be only writing here.Next time I will write about how Lutekukur was born,my experience on the street,on atrip to heaven and heaven itself.
If you are interested simply say MORE in the room.Otherwise I can always stop writing.
Lute from Detention facility(sounds better than JAIL).
