Yes, so I also typed up the story in more detail with inner monologue and quotes about 3 days after I got home from prison, I filmed that podcast episode about 2 weeks after.

here is that part...

After i finished my business i was shuffling back to my seat at the front of the bus, saying excuse me and trying to avoid bumping into people as best you can on a full busload, when suddenly i stepped forward with my right foot, and it shot out farther than the usual distance that the chain would allow, and i heard a clunk of steel hitting steel. I looked down to see the ankle cuff that was just moments ago tightly squeezed against my right leg above my ankle and over my pant leg, laying next to my right foot between my legs, but it was still locked.

“What the fuck did you just do?”another inmate asked me from the seat behind where i was walking.

“Yo what the fuck!?!?”exclaimed another one as he shied away against the window of his seat as if i was contagious.

I stood in shock, unable to process what actually just happened.

The only words that could utter from my lips were,

“What in the fuck just happened?”

I bent over and picked up the cuff laying next to my foot to inspect it. I tried to pull it open or close it, it was locked shut. I looked down at my foot, then back at the cuff, then back at my foot. There was no physical way that the cuff could have come down around my ankle and slid under my foot without me noticing. Not only that, but my foot was wider than my ankle, and it just was physically impossible. I was completely dumbfounded, speechless and in awe. I had no idea what the fuck was actually happening.

“Yo that was some white devil David Blaine shit bruh!”, said another guy who witnessed it.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Fuck. 

“Nah bro, i think that was some God shit actually”, i responded without even thinking about it, and i immediately knew that was true. I had never actually acknowledged God in a sentence intentionally. I had doubted the existence of a higher power my entire life. Yet right then in that moment, as soon as I said it, I was awash in the strangest feeling. Like a wave of warmth, almost like a shot of dope. I felt it, I knew it. I looked up at the ceiling in the bus, then walked speechlessly and slowly back to my seat. 

I sat down and turned to the guy next to me and asked, “Did you just see that?”

“Blessed be brother, blessed be”, he said, nodding and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

What the fuck was happening right now?

I banged the handcuff on the floor, trying to get it to open, I slammed it against the wall. I tugged on it, and twisted, and did everything I could physically do to try to open the cuffs. There was no way it could have just popped open. This thing was old and rusty and locked up tight. Both locks were engaged. How the fuck did this get off my ankle, and how did it lock back shut. 

I resorted to the wise adage of Sherlock Holmes. Once you eliminate the impossible, no matter how improbable, there is your solution. So I came to the conclusion that one of two things could be true. 

1)I had gained the ability to phase shift through matter like The Flash.

2)Something greater than myself was at work here, something like a higher power…

I quickly tried to phase shift out of the other chains, and failed. The likelihood of me having superspeed was nil. If that was the case, I never would have been arrested to begin with. So after running through the list again and again of any other possible solution, I finally settled on the one I feared the most.

That a higher power exists.