The Jailhouse

[thepennyking]

The Penny King's Blog Saturday, June 5th, 12:05 A.M. PST.

The private driver business has brought me into contact with a very broad cross section of society.




The Penny King's Blog Sunday, June 6th, 4:05 A.M. PST.

Started a candle manufacturing company today with a new partner. It is going steadily well and forward.


I feel on the one hand that I have lost 10 years of my life due to a serious error on my part. The error was marrying a young 24 year old hot blonde American woman whom I did not get to know well enough the first six months we were together before making such a long term commitment.

And after ten years I don't know who she is any better than the first day I met her. It would have been better if I had just taken her for a roll in the hay, but hey! When shit happens, flush it and find another bowl.

Some people make mistakes, correct them, and then move on. Some stupid idiots like I was at that time make the same mistake twice and marry the same American woman twice and you still wonder who the hell she is after three attempted murders upon my life by her. Face it, I tried to love her despite all the reasons I should not.

On the other hand, I wrote my two male children she bore us the following letter on May 12th, 2004 at 11:50 A.M. while I was contemplating my children's and my futures. It was never sent but it is being published here now for the world to see.

I am certain the American woman to who's children it is addressed will read it sooner or later, and perhaps when my children get old enough to start asking what happened to their papa they will find the answers starting here:

Dear Christian and Connor,

As you know I have been trying to call you for the past week and a half from jail. The reason I am in jail is because many years ago, around 8 to be exact, a friend who had told me I could borrow his vehicle reported it missing, even after I left him a note advising him of the fact that I needed to borrow his truck to visit my uncle in Canada who was getting old and very ill at the time.

He was my only uncle that lived close enough to me for us to ever have shared space and time together when I too was a young child and I knew it would be the last time I would ever get to see him.

The man who once told me "if you ever need anything here from my home and I am not here, help yourself until I return and we will work it out," unfortunately put the value of his vehicle ahead of both friendship, love and truth. This is typical of American business men, particularly those who work in the funeral parlor business like my former friend.

Needless to say, when the truck broke down in Toronto after a seven day drive across Canada from Chehalis, Washington, I spent the night in jail because the man wanted his insurance money so he could get a new car.

I obliged the man by not saying anything or objecting too loudly to the charge of "taking a motor vehicle without the owner's permission," when I returned to the U.S.

What I did object to was getting arrested and spending time in jail three times for the same offense. Once in Canada and twice in America.


The judge in Toronto understood the situation and figured that one night in jail was plenty under the circumstances, but in the U.S. it was quite different.

It didn't matter to me about the insurance money, I wound up paying back the insurance company $3,500 in restitution so ultimately that is what the trip cost me, and no one really lost anything.

I didn't have insurance myself at the time so I couldn't cover the loss of the transmission anyway. For the owner of the vehicle it was better for me to admit that I had in fact taken his motor vehicle without his permission so that the insurance claim could be settled quickly and he wouldn't have to pay for the towing charges from Toronto to Washington State. Something which would have cost more than the truck was worth.

Now if I had left the same note for my Uncle, he would have waited long enough for my return before reporting me to the police in which case he would not have anyway because he would know in his heart that my borrowing his car had no malice aforethought and if I broke anything I would sooner than later fix it.

In any event, having plead guilty to a Class C Felony for the blunder, I was barred from talking to the owner of the vehicle for five years, did 100 hours of community service, and was put on probation for three years.

Unfortunately, when I got back with your mother, I left Spokane, Washington and failed to report to my probation officer who asked the judge to issue a warrant for my arrest.

But what brought the attention of the police to me while I was driving around in Portland was the fact that your mother called the police to advise them that I had the warrant because she knew that I could not be extradited from Nevada, but I could from Oregon.

But it was quite a bit more bizarre than that for I had been working on making the film "The Penny King" for the past ten years and living with you and your mother was just not allowing me time to devote to actually getting the film done.

Instead all my time was mostly devoted to figuring out ways to make enough money to give both you and your mother a very good roof over your heads, lots of food in the refrigerator, and enough to take trips and give you guys something better to do all day long than just sitting around watching videos and DVD's.

For ten years the script had not changed and around May 9th, I changed the script from one of no violence anywhere in the story line, to one of which there is a scene where a silver SUV backs into a parking spot in front of the Federal Reserve Bank of San Francisco.

In the back of the vehicle is a loaded, armed and ready to detonate limited nuclear weapon about the size of a briefcase that was stolen from the broken up Russian Federation and purchased for $2 million dollars in the black markets of Europe.

There were only two people in the whole world at the time who had read that part of the script and one of them was your mother. What she did next was something that I may never be able to forgive her for and which I and you should never forget.

She called the FBI and told them that I was planning to blow up a Federal Reserve Bank building in Portland, Oregon.

During this time the country was at war with terrorists around the world. There had been reports from various quarters about the limited nuclear weapons the Russians had built and the fact that after the fall of the Berlin Wall, about 80 of these briefcase sized weapons of mass destruction had become "unaccounted for".

Thus the entire government and all their little sub governments around the nation were in a constant state of alert and paranoia when it came to reports such as the one your mother made.

During the one hour long interogation after my arrest outside of the Roxy at gun point, the female homeland security officer and the Special FBI Agent for Terrorism and Counter Intelligence in the Portland area were laughing with me.

I told them honestly that I wouldn't have the first notion or inclination to either build such a weapon or even the patience to go about learning how to construct one. "I am about weapons of mass construction and a movie is the best construction I can think of to express my views and opinions about our society as an artist, writer, director and producer."

The only problem was that because I had that warrant outstanding from Washington, I would have to now be extradited to Chehalis and face the judge, and my car was parked in a five minute zone on Stark.

Fortunately the FBI agent was kind enough to take it upon himself to deliver my car keys to a very good and close friend who managed to move the car the very next morning so as to avoid additional costs for towing which gets rather expensive these days.

It is amazing to me how one person can make up a lie and get another person arrested and put in jail as a result of the obvious preposterous assumptions made by such purely stupid people.

Some of those assumptions include assuming that I am of Iraqi or Middle Eastern decent just because my facial features resemble or approximate that of an Arab, but in fact, when I explained I was Hungarian to the Homeland Security Special Officer, she rolled her eyes slightly, indicating to me that more was said behind my back then was being let on.

By the time you get this letter I will be out of jail (in fact I was released a week later but never sent the letter because I was told you would be moving to Florida by your mother) and we will have talked on the phone. (We last talked about two weeks before you got out of school and your mother has refused to allow me to talk to both of you since then.)

There is a sad thing that you should know about your mother. One is that she is extremely jeoulous about the pure love that exists between us as father and sons.

The other is that whenever we have split up in the past she never got a restraining order or prevented me from communicating to you until this last time which has resulted in us being unable to talk to each other openly, freely and honestly.

The main reason I want to talk to you as often as I can is that I want you to always know that I love you both very, very, very much. I don't think there is a father in the universe except the one we share in our own heavens who could love you more than I.

I know that you both miss me and I too miss you both, and in reading these words over, often times I start to cry because of how much I really do love you two.

As you go through your lives you will be faced with many choices. I too have had to make some very difficult decisions that resulted in choices being made not only for myself, but for you my two sons, and even the rest of the human race, for what one drop of water does sends ripples through every ocean.

Sometimes, and always in hind sight, we make some bad choices. When we make bad choices we can always correct them, but when others begin to judge you for the choices you have made in your past, let them and try to forgive them, no matter how difficult, and do not judge them back for they are but ignorant of your true feelings, thoughts and reasons behind your choices and can never come to fully understand you unless they are willing to fully listen and hear you out.

And even then they may misinterpret your reasons for the choices you make in your life, but in the end, they are all your own choices that only you can make, not them. The easist thing to do in the world is change your mind.

When we make wrong or bad choices we must eventually pay the consequences of our actions that resulted from those choices.

Unfortunately the choices I have had to make lately include consequences that have affected both of your lives and the impact on your future could be good or it could be bad, depending upon the choices you both make from here on out.

One of those impacts is that I have chosen to no longer be with your mother and this has resulted in us being unable to live together as a traditional family any more.

Sometimes when you let go of something that you have been holding on to for a long time, it comes back to you in a different form and in huge quantities unimaginable while you were hanging on.

There are many different types of families in the world, ours being only one of them. What was once our family that we shared is no longer in existence and you will eventually decide on whether to live the rest of your lives with your mother, or if you ever wish to come visit me or live with me for any length of time, you are welcome always in my home.

By the time you become old enough to leave home, my family will have grown tremendously and you must understand that no matter how many wives and children I have or live with at that time, both of you always have a very special place in my heart.

To be continued...