Cops and Robbers

15 Feb

They said I failed the sobriety tests. I improvised under interrogation to cooperate. My true confession is that I gave a false confession.

The first jail cell was bright, noisy, and crowded. “Why are you in here?” A friendly cellmate read my papers, looked me up and down, and said they framed me. We ate mystery meat sandwiches and drank juice in the cell. It was the first food or beverage I had consumed since morning coffee at the mountain highway gas station.

blah, blah, blah… NINE YEARS?!?!?!?!?!

The second jail cell was dark, somber, and crowded. An unfriendly cellmate said she was going to have me stabbed because I sat in her spot on the bench.

They released me in the early morning when it was dark outside. I was not allowed to remain in the building until dawn.

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