The nurse who was sliding a needle into my IV didn't look familiar. On this shift it had always been the cute one that the cop spent all his time and taxpayer's money on trying to get a piece of. This chick wasn't even wearing the right uniform. She looked more like one of the nurse's aides by the scrubs that she was wearing. In fact she looked damn near too young to have even gone to nursing school yet. Jet black dyed hair cropped real close in a punk sort of way and skin so pale she appeared almost translucent. Kind of tall but skinny as a rail. I had been sleeping and hadn't noticed her come into my room. The cop was strangely absent. "Who are you? I haven't seen you before." She looked at me and smile and turned back to my IV. "Hey! Did you talk to my doctor or the head nurse? Today is my court day. I'm not suppose to have anymore painkillers before I go to court." She ignored me as she pushed the syringe plunger down. I noticed she had a weird little black tattoo at the base of her thumb and forefinger. She had barely pulled the needle out when what felt like a supercharged rush of cocaine hit me. She kissed her finger on placed it on my lips. "Bye bye. Enjoy your trip," she whispered. I barely remembered what happened in court.
I was so fucking loaded and hallucinating so
badly I literally had no concept of where I was.
Drooling, crying, shouting out "motherfuckers, shit,
Jesus Christ, you cocksuckers," over and over. The
judge was obviously not pleased by the foul
mouthed and disheveled wreck that was sitting in
front of him. There was a court appointed attorney
sitting next to me who had visited me just one time
at the hospital prior to my arraignment but he either
was so shocked by my appearance, had been bought
off by whoever had done this to me, or just flat
didn't give a shit, because I was sent immediately to
the state security hospital for the criminally insane
for a 60 day observation period. The state trooper
who was to escort me over to the booby hatch
refused to even handcuff me much less stick me in
his car for the fifty mile drive unless someone
pumped me full of tranquilizers.I woke up two days later
in a cinderblock cell.
I was laying on a plastic mattress with no
blankets, no sheets, and no pillows. All I was
wearing was a paper nightgown that left my ass
hanging out in the breeze. Someone was looking
through the tiny window that was set in the middle
of the steel door of the cell.
"Sleeping beauty has finally fuckin' woken
up." I heard yelled out.
A tiny door under the window opened and a
set of brown kaki pants, matching shirt, a white tshirt,
and white jockey shorts, along with a pair of
shower shoes were shoved through the opening.
"You got five minutes to get your ass
dressed, nut!"
My mind was oven baked. I could barely get
the underwear on much less the rest of the clothes in
five minutes. The door swung open and two beefy
guards stomped in, each took one of my arms and
led me out the door. They half walked and half
dragged me to what appeared to be some sort of
locked down television viewing area. Several other
drugged out dudes in equally disheveled states sat
there watching I Love Lucy. I was thrown roughly
down on to a plastic covered chair.
"Just sit there and keep your goddamn piehole
shut."
I drifted in and out for hours but finally
started to come around. At that point I had no
fucking idea where I was and none of the guard
where very helpful whenever I asked a question
when one of them would come into the room. They
all had different styles of responses to my questions
but the meanings were the same. "Shut the fuck up!
Would you like to have this billyclub shoved up
your ass? Sit down and shut the hell up you dumb
fuck! Shut your mouth, you retard!" I got the
general drift.