Alfonso Faustino: Dedication To My Acting: Arrested by SFPD — that’s dedication to my craft as an actor!


I got arrested by the San Francisco Police Department; and, surprisingly, I found it useful and a great experience for me as an actor and as an individual. My arrest, like my other past life-experiences, is part of who I am; and, I’m a better person because of it; and, as an actor, it is an experience I can use to for my acting objectives, en re, 12-Acting Steps: Chubbuck Method.

Now, did I need to get arrested to be a better actor?

Offfff course not; but, hey, that’s the card I was dealt with as one of the experiences I had in my journey of life; hence, the experience provides me with many elements from which I can draw upon in the event I play an character that gets arrested, kidnapped, or has a sense of loss of freedom.

Was I worried? No. I’m smart enough to know that my family and attorneys would take care of the situation. I’m financial strong and have the means to have a good legal team supporting me. This was merely a learning experience for me without any lasting nor permanent effects on me financially, physically, mentally, emotionally, nor spiritually. Believe me, in my time on this earth, I’ve have been through and DONE a lot worse and successfully survived without a hitch in my step.

Would I wanna go through it again? Hell, no; but, as I mentioned, the rewards of going through this experience was a blessing in disguise and outweighed the minor inconvenience of being in detainment room — I never made it behind bars (jail), I was kept in a detainment room with six other people that got arrested for murder, drugs, grand-theft auto, assault, and domestic violence)…I don’t regret going through this experience. I learned many things about myself and about the men I shared the holding-room with; and, through this experience, one of the most important things I learned from this experience is the importance of money — I’m blessed to financially well-off.

I was working on a film project, ironically, with the San Francisco Police Department (SFPD); and, one night, 14-March-2019, while acting out my theatrical tactical combat manuevers in my house, a team of ~12 SFPD officers knocked on my door and investigated my home; because, of a complaint a passer-by made, while looking into my window, thought I was burglarizing the house. I get it…she didn’t know I was practicing my theatrical tactical combat maneuvers for a film I was working on.  She thought she saw me with a sidearm was in my hand, and she was concerned; she thought I was robbing the house.

To be clear, I wasn’t arrested for having a sidearm in my hand; because, I DID NOT have a sidearm in my hand while I was practicing my theatrical tactical combat maneuvers in the privacy of my home — albeit, with my shades up.

Even if I did have a sidearm in my hands, that is not an offense nor can I be arrested for that — I have the right to carry a sidearm in my house without legal ramifications — it’s my right to do that in the privacy of my home.

I AM ALWAYS carrying a sidearm on my person in the boundaries in and the perimeter of my house.

I was practicing with black gloves on, assuming positions that LOOKED like there was a sidearm in my hands, and I was whipping on and off my tactical belt coupled with martial arts movements.  So, I don’t blame the passer-by for being freaked-out — hell, it’s San Francisco — one of the most unfriendliest city regarding firearms.

Back to SFPD…12 cops came over, and I offered them to search my house WITHOUT a search warrant — I had nothing to hide.  They declined to search my home.  After I explained to them that I was rehearsing for a film, they were fine with that, and, they were about to leave, and I was gonna get back to watching Dominic Tiem play out his match at Indian Wells on the Tennis Channel.

On their way out, they saw a baton I had on my shelf, which, in my past auditions and film projects, I used that baton as a prop whenever I played a police officer or auditioned for a police officer part.

Well, they arrested me of having a baton, which is a felony to own. I didn’t know it was a felony to own.

The lead officer said, we are gonna take you in for this baton.

I replied, no problem — cuff me and let’s go. While I was getting cuffed My mum and sister contacted our attorneys, and they took care of all the stuff to bail me out.

On went the cuffs and off I went to San Francisco County Jail, where I was in a holding-room (detainment-room) with six other detainees.

My mum and sister bailed me out for $1500 (one thousand five hundred dollars).

Hey, when San Francisco dispatches 12 officers to a person’s home, they can’t go back to the office empty-handed; so, I don’t blame them for wanting to get me on something to justify the 12-man visit to my home.

(The charge is 22210 PC/F, which states: Possession of a deadly weapon: Billy Club, Black Jack, Sandbag, SAP, Sling-shot (wrist-rocket), Slung-shot, or leaded cane. (This is considered a low-level felony or low-level misdemeanor — a wobbler in legal terms.)

So if you are in possession of a sling-shot (wrist-rocket) or any of the items mentioned herein, and you get caught, you can technically get arrested.)

Once I got out of the detainment-room, I called my awesome attorneys, Givelle Lamano: and Jonah Chew to let them that I was gonna play tennis and head out to Los Angeles the next day for an audition for the television series, 9-1-1.

They said, “don’t worry about anything — this was a stupid arrest; we will take care of everything with the district attorney — enjoy your tennis game and break a leg.”

After I played tennis and had lunch with my tennis guys (they made jokes like asking me if I did the Jailhouse Rock), I went home, cleaned up, headed down to SFO to get on my flight to LA to make my audition in Los Angeles, the next day, for the television series, 9-1-1.

After my audition with 9-1-1, my attorney called, and she said, Everything is all taken care of…the [SF] DA’s office is dropping the case — they filed it as a low-level misdemeanor — not a felony; the DA thought is was a dumb arrest that should have never happened. So, you will be discharged — no conviction; but, it will take some time because the court schedule is full, and her table is full. She and the SF court system are dealing with more important cases than yours; so, here’s the deal…we can close this out by tomorrow, if you agree to the following:

  • Pay a $200 fine, and
  • Go to a class by Neighborhood Court called, Thinking For Change.

My attorney went on to say, you don’t have to accept the fine nor go to class; because, the district attorney will drop the low-misdemeanor charge on you; but, you will have to wait several weeks or months before your schedule comes up to court. If you pay the fine and go to class, the charge is dropped by tomorrow.

I replied, Sure, why not? I was wrong; and, what’s right is right — I will pay the $200 fine and go to Neighborhood Court’s class as part of my community service.

Believe me, in my lifetime, I have gotten away with a lot of stuff I shouldn’t have gotten away with, and getting caught for this one minor issue was nothing in the scheme of things; hence, I didn’t mind accepting the DA’s office request; after all, it’s against the law to possess a baton; I possessed one, so that’s that. I believe in Karma.

I have no problems accepting responsibility for any wrong-doings I committed.

Surprisingly, I found the class to be very interesting — I learned one thing from that four-week class, don’t judge a book by its cover. I enjoyed the class so much I offered my time to be a volunteer teacher or mentor for students for that class. I’m slated to teach my first class on March 2020.

The district attorney’s office gave me the option to seal my arrest; and, I declined — I am not ashamed of my arrest — in fact, it was a great experience for me as an actor and person; and, I freely tell and brag about it to people; but, most importantly, my arrest made me a stronger actor for the many different roles I will audition for and play.

Hey, if I was ashamed of my arrest, would I be BLOGging about it?

Also, I kinda like the edginess my arrest gives me…possession of a deadly weapon…there’s kinda bad-ass image or tone to my personality when I tell people. It’s almost like a really cool scar I can brag about…yeah, I got that scar from a great white shark during my SCUBA dive in the Red Triangle.

While I was in the detainment-room, I told the other six people, and they kinda looked at me like I was a bad-ass — there was kinda street-cred — I’d rather be arrested for possession of a deadly weapon than some other crime that questions my moral standing, such as, but not limited to, fraud, embezzlement, insider’s trading, stealing, or bribing a college to get my kids into college.

My arrest, like my other past life-experiences, is part of who I am; and, I’m a better person because of it — I have no reason to seal my arrest.

Will my arrest stop me from carrying weapons?

Nope — I live in San Francisco and Los Angeles (Beverly Hills) and politicians have encouraged crime in these two California cities by making stupid decisions; and, given the fact that SFPD doesn’t have the bandwidth to protect law-abiding citizens in San Francisco; the ratio is ~400:1 — that’s 400 people in SF to one SFPD officer, I must take personal safety, defense, and offense into my own hands and responsibility; hence, I will ALWAYS carry a weapon on my person, and I have the finances and legal team to address any problems resulting from my carrying a weapon in public.

So, why am I writing this BLOG?

For the following reasons:

  1. This experience fortified my faith in the Trinity. The Trinity was with me, and I felt Him — He guided me through this new and unfamiliar territory. Was I scared? You bet; but, I wasn’t stress, anxious, nor hopeless. Surprisingly, I provided a benefit during this experience; I taught the six men in the detainment-room about calculating percentages;
  2. No one plans to get arrested; no on is immune to getting arrested; if you have the same financial status as I have, you will be a target; and, as arrogantly as you think and say to yourself that you won’t, it is possible that you will; hence, appropriate some of your capital to building up your legal team. If you do get arrested, you MUST have your own defense attorney to protect you — for example, there are some women that dig for gold…how do you know that the woman you end up meeting one night for consensual sex doesn’t accuse you of rape the next morning? We, men, are always a targets, regardless of our financial status, are targets;
  3. I learned that our legal system is grossly unjust to the detriment of indigent people. If I didn’t have my financial wealth and strength behind me, I would have been in jail, and some crap-house city appointed public defender would have gotten me to accept the felony charge; and, I would have been a convicted felon serving time in prison — that would have fucked me up; cuz, I would have lost my side-arms…NOTE: MONEY is always important — use a portion of your money to build up your legal team — civil attorneys and defense attorneys — especially, if you own firearms;
  4. I have no ill-will nor hard-feelings towards SFPD nor any law enforcement agency — I support them and stand behind them; in fact, I’m still a volunteer with the sheriff’s office; and,
  5. I have this experience as a new resource for my acting career, which I have recently tapped into for my audition with 9-1-1 several days ago — very cool resource for me to tap into as an actor.

Some quick “Thank Yous”:

  • My Lord, my Savior, and Holy Spirit
  • My family, Dr. Charles Scott, M.D. (family friend), and Suede (sis’s boyfriend)
  • My attorney, Givelle Lamano, Esquire
  • My attorney, Jonah Chew, Esquire
  • My Tennis Group
  • Nick W. Stegner: All Pro Bail Bond — if you get arrested and need to make bail, Nick is the BEST!
  • The six detainees with whom I shared the holding-room in SF County Jail — you guys were so supportive of me — thank you! I wish you all the best in your legal journeys — stay out of trouble; and, if you can’t, then learn not to get caught — and, build up your cash reserves to get a defense attorney to fight for you!
  • Thank you to the San Francisco Sheriff’s Office for treating me well — especially, the exiting sheriff that gave me back my personal belongings and gave me a brand new grey sweatshirt; because, he noticed I only had a t-shirt when I was released and was worried I was cold.  He also was very supportive through this discourse with me at the exit-door:

Sheriff: You don’t look nor talk like the regulars that come in here; do you mind if I ask you, “What are you in here for?”

I: SFPD arrested me because I possessed a baton.  They saw it resting on a shelf at my home and took me in.

Sheriff: YOU ARE KIDDING ME!  REALLY?!!! That’s bull-shit…they arrested you for that?!!! Hey, listen, I’ve been here long enough; and, all I can tell you, Alfonso, is “don’t worry. You will be fine — the DA will drop the charges, and you will be just fine…unless, you’re not telling me the entire truth.”

I: No, sir — I ain’t lying — that’s the entire truth, and you can look it up in my file and police record.

Sheriff: Well, you got nothin’ to worry about — hell, this is San Francisco after all.

I: Thank you.  I appreciate your candor.

Sheriff: Is that all you have?  Don’t you have a jacket or sweater?

I: No, I didn’t plan on my evening going this way.

Sheriff: Wait a second…what size sweatshirt do you wear?

I: Medium

(Walks to the back of the office, and comes back out with a plastic package in his hands.)

Sheriff: Here you go…take this — it’s cold outside. 

(Hands me a brand new grey sweatshirt in a plastic bag.  It’s one of my favorite shirts, and I frequently wear it.)

I: Wow — thank you!

Sheriff: Don’t forget about us when you become a famous actor!

Very cool sheriff — I wish I got his name — anyway, “Thanks, sheriff, for your kindness!

Check 6!

/s/ Alfonso Faustino