“When you feel your hands come free place them against that wall,” the deputy sherrif said, unclipping my cuffs.
I placed my hands on that wall, like he said.
I was wearing a tee shirt with some obfuscated perl code on the back of it. He asked me what it meant, and I mumbled a response. He emptied my pockets. I kept my hands on that wall, like he said.
After we got to be pretty good friends, what with him cupping my balls looking for weapons, he instructed me to sit on a bench. I sat on the bench.
A nice jamaican lady came by to check me out medically. She gave me the arm cuff and took my blood pressure. I filled out some forms for her, signed them, and then I was taken through a metal detector and led to holding cell number 4 to join my new cellmates.
Some were sitting around on the benches, others lying on them and moaning in their verious substance-induced fits. One guy was standing up, pacing around the room. I gave him a little wave and sat down.
I waited there for probably two hours, watching The Pacer pace around the room and occasionally listening to the drunk in the Budweiser wife beater moan loudly.
“Ohh!” he’d moan, and shift around some on his bench, one of his flip flops dangling from his dirty toes. He seemed to be getting some decent sleep. “unnnnh!” he moaned loudly.
One of the deputies came by the door and told the Pacer not to stand at the window because he couldn’t see what was going on in the room that way. The Pacer sat down.
“Ohhh!” moaned Mr Bud, the drunken sleeper.
“Well,” I thought, “you’re in jail, bubba. Nice going.”
I dozed off a bit, looking up at the ceiling, where the smoke alarm was enclosed in a metal grate.
In jail, even the smoke alarms are locked up.
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I had to go to court twice, once for the arraignment and once for actual court. At my real trial it was pretty cut and dried, as I knew my license was suspended and didn't really want to fight. They gave me a ticket for something like $90, and told me I'd have to take the STOP class for defensive driving lessons again. I got my license suspended when I'd had a car accident months ago, the day after my insurance ran out. I'd had a passenger, and they said to get my license back I'd have to get a signed statement of non-liability from him. As it turned out, I didn't really have to do any of these things. I paid the ticket, and that was it. I did have to go to some kind of county office and pick up my license, which was stapled to a bunch of papers. I didn't take the class or get a signed statement from my passenger. The arraignment was way more fun. They had a bunch of people in there before me, and I got to watch them for a while. One guy had been picked up for drunk driving again, on his 47th offence or something like that. His blood-alcohol level had been 4.8 or something close to it. I didn't know that was possible. I recognized a guy I'd gone to high school with in there too. For me all this was a new experience and somewhat scary while it was going on, but afterward I realized it could've been a lot worse. It was fairly easy compared to other peoples' experiences with getting in trouble.
Did you partake in any prison love??? B.T.W. why do cops always think they are giving you a prize when they say “I'm not going to charge you for this…just that” It's as if they're saying “I'm not a pig I'm just a piglet.”
What was the smoke alarm in for?
You got thrown in the pokey, cha cha cha!
geez, i am sorry.
Wow…you got thrown in jail. That sucks, buddy. My friend was thrown in jail once (she had been underaged though, out after curfew, nothing big, so it's way different then your situation). Although, she sort of had fun, considering her mom laughed her ass off when she found out her daughter was in a cell. I laughed too.