PCMR had been banned and I was still getting messages and phone calls. Obviously, I wasn't answering my phone, which is why when the police called and the phone number said "Unavailable", I didn't pick up. Then my wife called. I answered and she was asking if I was okay, because she had been called by the police. She gave me the phone number for a detective that was involved and I called him. (Later that night, I learned that my wife had Facebook divorced me so people wouldn't find her, lol) After a lengthy phone call he asked that I come down to the police station. I spent about an hour in an interrogation room, where I learned that not one, not two, but three cities' police departments, a SWAT team and a bomb squad were now evacuating people from the address that was posted on PCMR. A fourth city’s police department was engaged a bit later to visit an even older address they had on record for me.
It's worth noting at this point that the address that was being handed out was wrong. It had been my address once, years ago. It is an apartment complex with roughly a hundred and seventy-five units and just under a hundred people were being evacuated from their homes due to the terroristic threats. Families were rushing their children out, fearing that death would arrive in the form of an explosive fireball.
Had I still been living there, it's not hard to imagine a situation that may have ended in me being shot by a police officer.
All because of photoshopped images of a private conversation.
When I went home that night, I called my wife and told her not to come home but to go stay with her parents. I circled the block around my house and when I went inside, I went straight for the gun safe. I didn't sleep Monday night.