Ooooh ... you're a handsome devil. What's your name?

The Pjammer Chronicles

I have more hit points than you could possibly imagine.

Wednesday, August 18th, 2004
Mister Chang ... could you please come with me?" the young plainclothes agent asks, while his stone-faced partner put me in handcuffs and led me away to an unmarked door.

And so what should have began a relaxing weekend in D.C. quickly turned into a 48 hours nightmare in Federal custody on the 3rd floor of the SFO Airport.

4:42 AM. The spartan interrogation room is tiled the color of stale custard. A man in a white coat enters, accompanied by two beefy Federal agents who look like they were recruited from a pool of NFL linebackers.

"Look, like I told the guys before you ... it was a total accident. I'm really sorry, but that's all it was-"

White Coat interrupts me as he pulls out a latex glove: "Mister Chang, are you familiar with 'full-cavity search?'"

"Oh HELL no-" I leap up from my chair to break for the door, but Agent NFL Recruit and his pal, who are much faster than their bulk might suggest, are behind me, pinning me down while I scream bloody murder in the soundproof room while White Coat pulls on the glove.


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