#my first hole I got on my 6th birthday my seconds I got professionally done when I was like 19?

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The hits just keep on coming

My daughter was illegally removed from my legal custody by Stone County social services in Missouri on Feb 6th 2017. When I finally got to visit with her and go to her doctor's appointments, I found out that the plastic surgeon who worked on her also doubled as a miracle worker.  You almost couldn't tell anything happened to her.  Due to the fact that I failed to vaccinate my dog for rabies, they forced my daughter to undergo a series of rabies shots; the case worker actually told me he wanted me at those appointments to teach me a lesson about rabies.  It was actually meant to torture me I think.  Don’t get me wrong, they gave her the shots in the leg, but after the entire trauma my daughter and wife and I had endured, this was almost too much to bear.  My daughter was suffering because the state had turned my dog aggressive.  My daughter's birthday was March 14th and my wife and I demanded DHS acknowledge that as a special day, we were only supposed to get an hour a week of visitation.  Not only did we get two hours on her birthday, we were able to take our daughter to a place of our choosing, provided DHS was supervising.  We took her to an absolute perfect place for a child her age.  It seemed like every time we saw her, the provisional placement told us something new that had developed.  An ear infection, allergies, GERD, acid reflux, it was always something new.  The home my daughter stayed in was clean than a hospital and I doubt my daughter was ever exposed to anything, so naturally she was always sick.  DHS loved it when she was sick, they could use that information against me somehow.  It didn't work through but it was frustrating to see my daughterunnecessarily sick all the time.   Due to some pieces of shit my mother in law lived with, she had to move out of the house she had been living in for about 8 years and move about 60 miles away.  It was late March when the last of her stuff was packed into my truck and I was finally headed home with an empty truck around 7pm on March 20th, my night was go from fantastic to absolutely horrible.  The first time I got pulled over that night, the Fayetteville cops told me I had a tail light out, ok no big deal, give me a warning and on my way I go.  It was somewhere between Hindsville and Goshen I believe that Officer dick face pulled me over.  It was around 8pm or so and I would later learn that I had my day time running lights on at night, I had only driven that truck a few times and almost never at night.  I had no idea there was a setting for night time lights, I just figured the lights sucked.  Just before I had gotten pulled over, I swerved to avoid hitting a black truck with no headlights or tail lights on.  The inbred country cop that pulled me over said that somebody called in an erratic driver matching my truck's description and that I was "swerving all over the road"  He asked me the routine questions that any logical cop would ask, have you been drinking, are you on anything etc.?  He asked me to a field sobriety test, which I agreed to, knowing I had balance issues to begin with.  I later came to believe that agreeing to this stupid test was a mistake; I cannot walk a line heel to toe because that is an un-natural way to walk, I mean who walks like that?  I was unable to stand on one leg for more than ten seconds at time, however had he asked me to touch my nose and lean back, recite the alphabet backwards, I could have done it.  I was stone cold sober; my wife had been with me the entire day so she can testify that the only drug I had taken was caffeine.  They found the energy drink in my truck.  They asked to search my truck, now I hadn't owned this truck for long but I knew for a fact that it was clean, so I said sure.  They obviously found nothing.  The asshole still wasn't satisfied.  He asked me to go to the Sheriff's department with him to take a field sobriety test, apparently in his neck of the woods, they don't have portable blowers anymore, they use some sophisticated shit now.  So, I went with him, he left my wife and truck on the side of the road in Hindsville, at about 9pm.  What a great cop this guy was.  I got down to the Sheriff's department and they did they're stupid test; they have you blow into a straw twice, for verification purposes.  I blew .000 twice.  OK, so no alcohol.  Then, they get this guy who looks like a former junkie reject from Blink 182 to ask me all sorts of questions, what kind of drugs I was taking; they think I am on something blah blah blah.  He is not a certified drug guy and they tell me they are going to take me down to Fayetteville to undergo more tests, take a piss test, which I agreed to and it was just a formality.  I take the piss test and perform some more tests and then country cop and city boy have a pow wow.  They still think I am on something, like a stimulant or something.  (Caffeine is a stimulant, a legal one mind you) They transport me from Fayetteville back to Huntsville and then inform me at around midnight on March 21st they were charging me with DWI-drugs and careless or prohibited driving.  By this time, my wife and mother in law had showed up and then were PISSED!  They told my wife, the piss test could take several weeks and unless they came up with $800, I might sit there for a few weeks until my piss came back clean.  Meanwhile, my wife is scrambling to find a bail bondsman, crying, screaming and is honestly more upset than I am.  I spent about 12 hours in jail so they could monitor me and I was released on a PTA on March 21st.  I am glad my wife didn't waste any mind on these hick ass bastards who had kidnapped me.  It wasn't until June that I got to go before a judge and my public defender presented me with the piss test, oh my god I actually tested positive for something.  Caffeine.  Now, if you thought the cop was a cock sucker, the prosecutor must have been his mentor.  Even when presented with obvious evidence that I was under the influence of nothing that would have impaired my ability to safely drive a car, he actually asked the judge if I could have had enough caffeine in my system to impair me, the judge actually laughed at him.  Sadly, in Arkansas, a charge of DWI cannot just be dropped; you must stand and receive a verdict.  This could not be done in June since the forensic toxicologist who tested my piss was not in court and could not be in court until my next court date which is tomorrow, July 13, 2017.  This fat slob of a prosecutor saw fit to waste tax payer dollars carrying on a case for almost 4 fucking months when obvious evidence of my innocence was right fucking there!!!  Of course, DHS used this against me.  At the time, my wife was getting two hours a week of visitation to see our daughter; I was only allowed one because it was assumed that I was guilty of taking drugs and driving erratically.  It was only after I got the clean piss test back in June, which I copied and sent to DHS that they started to change they're tune.  Related to the felony charge bullshit, I go to court on July 17, 2017 for that.  It has been rumored that the prosecutor in that case will offer my wife and me a deferral.  We don't plead guilty or pay fines and if we stay out of trouble for a year, the charge will be dismissed.  I have been told that this prosecutor is not a fan of DHS.  I know I leave a lot of holes in my stories so if people reading this have questions, please feel free to interact with me.  I am not a professional author so if I jump around a lot, it is because I am telling these stories from personal experience and I choose what I write.  How it comes out may not be pretty but it is the sad truth.  In the next edition of my blog, I will describe reunification, how it felt, the obvious signs of trauma when she finally was allowed to come home and DHS excuses.  Until next time Blessed be. https://www.facebook.com/One-after-another-1387559854882114/?ref=aymt_homepage_panel https://www.gofundme.com/andrewandchrissy