.Part III.
.Sweet Glorious Freedom.
My thirst for water had taken on almost ravenous proportions.
Flushing the toilet for several minutes straight I ran the bottle in the upper half of the stream.
Upon closer inspection; the water was clear.
Fairly digestible looking; not floatsums.
Upon smelling it became clear this water was not good to drink.
Eventually my stomach tried to puke from not eating or drinking.
This produced little; as there was no food or water present.
The officers then started taking all the other prisoners out; a couple at a time.
Incidently in pairs that had been at each other all night.
What were the Police engineering?
More arrestes?
Higher quota?
Or were they bored bastards who actually enjoyed the concept of creating crimes to solve?
Around this time it became apparent that all the other prisoners had been left with their jackets, sweat tops and hoodys; while everything of mine had been taken away; being left with my under shirt; which was long sleeve thankfully; pants, socks and reminents of my sneakers.
It was freezing in that place.
After a very long time; and after everyone else was gone; they came and got me.
A soft younger Officer came and gently asked if I would behave should they let me out.
Presuming this ment I would not bomb the police station; I agreed.
He took me back out to the booking room.
Officer Robocop sat behind a desk.
The Gentle Officer politly asked me if I still wanted to talk with Mental Health Services as I had requested the day before when brought in.
"Um... I can assure you I did not request such a thing." I informed them.
"We can have the clinical nurses come in and have a talk with you." he gently implied again.
"Err... No thanks man; my family doctor says not to talk to strangers, you know what I mean? I just wanna get out of here and go crash."
"Are you sure? We can have them here very soon for you; and you can talk about all your problems with our nurses." he again insisted.
The plural really bothered me.
"Whoa now; I'm good thanks; most likly talking about the problems will only make it worse. You know; reflect it back on me from them so it gets worse?"; I informed the Gentle Officer; gently.
He nodded in response.
"Well; while we get your items why don't you wait in this room; that won't make you feel uncomfortable will it?" he gestured to a red door; a window looked in from the booking room and contained a sign.
"Holding Cell."
No good.
"Okay; I can do that."; was the some what delayed response.
In he took me; closing the door and returning to the booking room.
Officer Robocop and the Gentle Officer both took up position at computer terminals.
I could see the screens; and it appeared they were doing some kind of information seeking; a record or some kind of report on myself.
The Gentle Officer looked back over his shoulder after reading a lengthy piece of information; he shot me a nervous; almost threateningly nervous look.
At the exact same moment Officer Robocop proceeded to pick up a phone; glance at me once; and dial a number.
The walls started shrinking again.
Just like in the cartoons.
These guys are amatures.
The Gentle Officer went back over to the red door; and opened it.
Looking him in the eye, with a rather strained pair of eyes; I nodded in thanks for opening the door, collected my items and proceeded to head outside where I had been instructed I could put my shoe laces on.
Apparently if everyone put their shoe laces on INSIDE there would be massive back ups of people; however if they put their shoe laces on OUTSIDE there are no massive back ups of people.
Before leaving I approached the Gentle Officer and asked for the badge numbers of the charming fellows who arrested me the day before.
He responded that he has no information pertaining to that (You know; like an arrest report; or incident sheet which an officer would have filled out after the altercation.) and handed me a phone number for a complaints line which I was to complain to; without knowing who did what to me.
Huh... They really don't like to make things easy.
I emerged free at 10:30 a.m.
Around 18.5 hours after first being told it would be 4.
Truly; a strange land this "Jail" was.
All this because I reached for my back pack; and rookie cop had to show his masterful hunting skills to his new masters and trainers.
Bravo; young sir.
Your efforts have been noted.
It is clearly time that the Police and Government in general awoke once again to the fact that the People control the system; the system was not designed to control the people.
As I walked home I vowed to no break the law against our more violent human tendencies; this would give them an excuse to take me back to that horrible place.
I will not remain silent as they attempted to drill into my head however; as the tyrany of Government over the minds; and realitys of all the people of our plant must end; before it puts an end to everything we are.
The People made the Government; the Government did not make the People.
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