Scott Payne

Everything's closing in.

I'm getting that tunnel vision.

I'm like, man, what is happening right now?

He says, I need you to write down your full name, your date of birth, all this information.

And I need you to take all your clothes off because I'm going to check you for a wire.

And I'm going through this Rolodex in my mind.

I'm like, no, no, no, no, that's not it.

And then I'm like, yeah, that's it.

So I write that down and then I take off all my clothes and he searches me.

I'm still talking.

That's kind of what I was trained to do.

And I'm trying to still gather intelligence, even though I'm freaking out inside.

And he's like, man, trust me, if somebody accused me of being a fed, I'd probably smash them in the effing mouth.

And I'm like, yeah, I said, I'm not happy.

And he's like, yeah, I get it, man.

By this time, he's kind of laughing a little bit, and he says, hey, I'm not going to find anything in here I don't want to, like some naked pictures of my old lady.

And he laughs, and I kind of giggle, but it's not a really giggle.

You know, I'm still panicking.

And he starts grabbing that piece of clothing, and he's just going over it with his hands, and he's kneading it with his fingers, and he misses it.

And I mean, he misses it by a hair.