So apparently my last raffle is interpretable as an admission of guilt to a jury of my peers, according to my lawyer.

I do have to fear any entity that can gather a twelve-person jury of my peers for a court hearing. Most angels only pretend to be homeless to get free snacks. Fortunately, I have a contingency plan. We're going to play hot potato with the arresting officer. He'll be so distracted trying to get his authority back, he won't have time to arrest me before I go on the lam.