I spent Friday niht in a police cell. It's my first time being arrested, but i figure it had to happen eventually. Drunk and disorderly was the charge. I remember virtually nothing. I kinda came to in the cell, dressed only in my boxers. The cell was just slightly larger than my bedroom here, and contained only a bed (inch thin mattress & blanket) and a toilet with rounded edges. There was a large metal door with two holes in for communication - one vertical, one horizontal- a button to push to ask for communication (and one below it to cancel the request), and a grid of glass squares like the ones they have in toilets, that let in light but don't show what's on either side. A camera watched me through the night, beside an air vent far too high to reach. The only distinguishing feature was the number 17 painted on the wall, above the floor-level bed. The light was left on for the entire duration, suddenly becoming brighter for no apparent reason at one point. I asked if it was close to me being let go, but it was still around 5 in the morning. For a while i worked out, still slightly drunk. I got bored and my body ached too much to carry on, so i tried to sleep, failed, and paced my room til my legs were sore. After around 4 hours of containment i tried to sleep. I guess the light was too bright, as it was impossible to do so. God i was so fucking bored. At one point i asked for something to read, but was told they had nothing at the station to offer. Perhaps they simply didn't want to entertain a criminal's demands. So what happened?? I remember, vaguely, being mobbed and handcuffed, terrified for my life. Have you seen the film Hostel? I was being subdued by large men i'd never seen before, too drunk to know they were police officers, aware of their intention to stuff me in a van and take me away. I though i was being abducted for the purposes of a murder factory. I'm not kidding, i was shit scared, i thought i was gonna be killed. The police had to call for backup after i resited arrest: as far as i was concerned, i was fighting for my life. I went out in drag, supposed to be a cockney whore. This meant i had no pockets, so i'd stuffed my personal affects down my tights. Elf told me (i don't remember if she knew, or if she was guessing) that i'd been seen stumbling along with my hands down my tights, so the cops were called to sort me out. Aside from remembering being more scared than i've ever been in my life, i remember slipping out of the handcuffs and trying to figure out how to escape. My hands are all fucked up from this, parts are cut and parts are still numb and inflated. My entire body is covered in scrapes, from my feet to my neck, and i've got a massive black eye. 2BC