Sunday morning August 8, 2010. It was nice to see sunlight although I was passively waiting for someone to try and graffiti the sun like all the walls I have been staring at for the previous 12 hours. I know this because my jail cell has a view of a window which looks out at a tree. At one point I found myself pacing for a long period of time. Thinking about what happened and trying to figure out why I was really there. Then thoughts of you came to me Sam, and I lost it. I could not get your smile and laugh out of my mind. I could still smell your scent in this stark and vile space I had been occupying. And out of nowhere this calm came over me. I am still trying to identify with it. I will tell you this, I am not dismissing it. Looking back, all these amazing things started to fall into place at this point.
First, a group of nuns came to perform a small mass and to deliver food to the people in the jail. I have no idea if they do this every Sunday. All’s I know is, it meant a lot to me. The effort to prepare food and drink for complete strangers was an awesome and humbling feeling.
Shortly after that I was lead from the cell and asked to provide my statement about what happened the day before. 21 hours later someone finally wants to hear my side of what happened. As I was sitting there, Carlos and his son were standing there next to me.
The guy taking my statement acted like this was a complete waste of his time. I snapped my fingers in his face after he checked his cell phone for the third time. This guy was a complete tool and got 1/2 the statement wrong. Carlos was on it and made him stay there as long as it took to get my statement right.
This was also the first time I got to hear what Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel) was telling police. Oh my God! Sam, I almost had a heart attack when I heard what she told police. I already knew Adriana, Maria Guadalupe Tenorio Toledano (AKA Lupita Tenorio, Marsha Tenorio) and their friend claimed I beat the hell out of them. She added some more bullshit to the story and claimed I tried to break her neck. And then I got into a fight with several police officers. Maria Guadalupe and her friend were not even there when the police were on the scene. They arrived afterwards. That’s because they were all in on this. The cops could care less that their bullshit stories and their timeline of events did not add up. Why did Adriana follow us to the police station, flipping me the bird and taking pictures, when she should have been going to the hospital with an alleged broken neck? UNBELIEVABLE!
To be continued…