(Read part six here)

Dedicated to SOFREP family member Ms. Joni S

The drive to FBI headquarters was short enough, but me and handcuffs just don’t see eye to eye. It’s just something about my arms at that angle behind my back that’s totally disenchanting to my rotator cuffs. Yeah, you’re not likely to see me and handcuffs out catching a movie or palling around at a bar for a beer—hates me dem cuffs!

My nemesis. Courtesy of Wikipedia

The suits brought me to a desk and sat me in a metal chair. They released the cuffs but kept my left handcuffed to the chair so I could sign papers with my right hand, which they stuffed with papers and a pen.