23 hours in this hell hole… I get out of the police station, and fall flat on my ass. damned ice. I've always hated the weather.
"I told you you'd end up in some shit. I'd have to save your ass and now your putting the entire family through all this crazyness-"
"Mom…" I begin, but am cut off quickly.
"Don't fucking 'mom' me. get your ass off the ground. The usual way. and literally."
My mother bailed me out of jail. That'd be nice but she wants to be paid back with interest. and knowing her there's at least three other alterior motives. Shit. Running out of money at home. I can't handle this stress. I bid my "mother dearest" farewell and ride the train back to watershed heights.
I still have 50$ on me from when i got arrested. I walk to the pharmacy. I pass some yuppie, Jaques Cartes, and his eyes cut me like daggers. disapproving of me, his sense of entitlement raging. As I walk, I contemplate my position. I don't really care about jail, or fines, or lawyers, or anything... When I really think about it, I'm afraid of being on probation. Being trapped inside the law, with no escape. A raven tied to a brick labeled "reality." And clipped wings. I make my purchase. And steel myself against the truth. That this isn't forever.
