The whole scenario was full on
I wasn't even really aware that I was being arrested, I was literally too far gone to be scared or worried. When i did eventually 'sober up', i was standing, blinking in a Stockport police cell with one sock on. I had tried to eat the other one at the charge desk, much to amusement of the assembled policemen.

I banged on the cell door and when the police lady came, i had to ask her what day it was, what month it was and, inevitably, what year it was. I had NO idea where or when the fuck I had ended up.

Some tough lessons in greed were learned that evening.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 13:35, Reply)