Mine was a D.U.I. -- regretable, I know -- I managed to park my car over the curb on to the grassy edge of a park. I passed out and awoke to a state patrolman poking me with his flashlight. The keys were in the ignition, that's what classified it as a D.U.I., because I certainly wasn't in motion. He pulled me out of the car and in my delerium I began to walk slowly away. He tugged me back, ordered me to do some sobriety tests, called the paramedics, then arrested me. I spent four days in jail. One of the most interesting times of my life. Breakfast is served at 4:30am, then you go back into lockdown until lunch at 9:30, and you wait around in your bunk or swapping "How'd you get here stories" with the other inmates until dinner at 4:30. If you're smart, you save the dinner rolls for a midnight snack. No books. No cards. No writing paper or utensils. No newspaper. One t-shirt, one towel, a pair of rubber sandals, a sheet, a blanket with holes and a smaller blanket to function as a pillow.
One of the inmates swallowed a baggie of a certain substance that starts with an "m" and ends with "ine" when he was arrested. He was asleep for the first three hours, then awoke and started calling everybody by incorrect names. He wrapped his sheet around his fist, grabbed a garbage can and started swinging at everyone nearby and accusing them of ratting him out. Eventually the CO came and brought along a troop of goon squads in rubber gloves who took him away to solitary.
I don't advise staying at the county jail, just shoot for a Motel 6 or something.
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