Do You Know the Way to DNA?

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

It was Probation Report day. PO Long apologized again. "It's just what they're doing now, soon they'll be registering people for J-walking." He shook his head and filled out Karl's DNA registration form. Go over to the 210 building to the 10th floor. Karl was sent to register his DNA, a new act of Governor Pataki's All Crimes Act. Something as low as Class A Misdemeanor, Assualt 3 is now added as of June 2006. According to Ah Ro Ghant, his office, Criminal Appeals, is trying to fight this as an invasion of privacy.

Shortly after going through the scanner and flipping through his magazine, Karl's name was called. He followed the man with the dreads and rubber gloves and took a seat in his office. Karl looked around at teh stalls with signs and let out a little laugh. "What's so funny?" asked Mr. X. as he put on new gloves. Your sign over the stall "Ladies if you did not clean your Kitty Kat we will not test you." He laughed along, "yeah we get all kinds here".

He prepared Karl's papers and swab pad. I need you to swab both cheeks. Karl pulled to swab out and held it to his face. "No! the inside of you mouth." laughed Mr. X. "Hey didn't I give you a drug test a while back?" "Oh, yeah February. You remeber me from then?" replied Karl removing the sponge end to speak. "Yeah it's your last name, unusual, like mine. I pronounced it correctly didn't I?" Still swabbing Karl nodded yes and mumbled "Cloffe ebough."

Karl was finger printed again, then he wiped the ink from his index fingers clean.

"So what happens with my DNA information?"
"You are permanently on record. It works in your favor, you didn't test positive for drugs the last time."
"Yeah why start now."

He made a copy of the work form and handed it to Karl. "Don't lose this."

CATCHING UP
We do live in odd times indeed. Eminent domain, 9/11 conspriracies, odd weather, a tiem for war, swabbing, and all. On July 20, Waldo McBard finally showed up to be deposed. he missed teh last two dates. He whined about the deposition takling too long and wrung his hands a lot. I wonder if he knew he was about to blow Ms. Sciocco's case wide open. But that's a story for another day. He tried to stick to the story they made up in the ambulance, which quickly fell apart. With much protesting from his lawyer, we found he's been on Antidepressants since he was a high school sophomore. SSRI drug and booze just don't mix. My Attoney W--- took him apart. The boy looked like a scared child, but as W--- often says "That's his problem, not yours." I was told later that I was unbreakable. Well if you survive court procedures long enogh you becoem bullet proof. The next few months should prove to be interesting.