dcburn mk.ii
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Columbus day, 1997.
Was out of work from doing some little piece of jail time. Courts had me in an outpatient treatment program. Fucking crooks! Scam!
Had nothing to do, but I did have two mescalin tabs. I ate them and got on my bike.
Had $36 dollars in my pocket.
Just before noon, hit the local pub (very small town Phelps, NY) and proceeded to drink a liter and half of "well" vodka.
Bike ride home was fairly down hill and roughly three miles or so.
I remember people in a field asking me if I was ok. I sort of remember falling off the bike a few times and hurting.
I wasn't answering, but smiling watching the clouds roll by.
Then I wake up around 2:30am in the local hospital. another po-dunk town next to where I was.
My fathers business was in between, everyone knew him. And me.
I get out of the bed and grab my back pack. I now have two security guards putting on leather gloves like they are going to put hands on me. I went to school with the one and the other was already afraid of me.
Then the cop comes in, local, graduated a year before me and was a pussy volleyball player. Fag.
He's trying to calm me down because all 6'2" 225lbs of me is starting to get upset.
I've never really been the biggest fan of people.
I ask him to grab me a sandwich, I'm hungry.
At this point I am not under arrest.
Well the sandwich from the vending machine was stale and dry.
I couldn't have hit the cop more squarely in the face with that fucking sandwich!
Both security guards tackled me. The cop jumped in.
Gotta admit, I did pretty well against three.
I did wake up pretty sore the next day in jail.
My father wouldn't post bail, nor get me a lawyer.
Third court appearance in shackles, still incarcerated.
The judge finally had to let me out, no fines, time served...
Outpatient treatment did not like me!!!
But that's for another time...
Was out of work from doing some little piece of jail time. Courts had me in an outpatient treatment program. Fucking crooks! Scam!
Had nothing to do, but I did have two mescalin tabs. I ate them and got on my bike.
Had $36 dollars in my pocket.
Just before noon, hit the local pub (very small town Phelps, NY) and proceeded to drink a liter and half of "well" vodka.
Bike ride home was fairly down hill and roughly three miles or so.
I remember people in a field asking me if I was ok. I sort of remember falling off the bike a few times and hurting.
I wasn't answering, but smiling watching the clouds roll by.
Then I wake up around 2:30am in the local hospital. another po-dunk town next to where I was.
My fathers business was in between, everyone knew him. And me.
I get out of the bed and grab my back pack. I now have two security guards putting on leather gloves like they are going to put hands on me. I went to school with the one and the other was already afraid of me.
Then the cop comes in, local, graduated a year before me and was a pussy volleyball player. Fag.
He's trying to calm me down because all 6'2" 225lbs of me is starting to get upset.
I've never really been the biggest fan of people.
I ask him to grab me a sandwich, I'm hungry.
At this point I am not under arrest.
Well the sandwich from the vending machine was stale and dry.
I couldn't have hit the cop more squarely in the face with that fucking sandwich!
Both security guards tackled me. The cop jumped in.
Gotta admit, I did pretty well against three.
I did wake up pretty sore the next day in jail.
My father wouldn't post bail, nor get me a lawyer.
Third court appearance in shackles, still incarcerated.
The judge finally had to let me out, no fines, time served...
Outpatient treatment did not like me!!!
But that's for another time...