Saturday Night Jail Cell

The smell was horrible. A cross between wet dog and my eighth grade gym shoes (the ones I’d wear without socks on many occasions) lingered through the air. I could almost see the stench as if I was in a cartoon with the smelly bubble floating underneath my nose. It was unbearable, but not even as bad as the uncomfortable feeling I got from the guy sitting 2 feet away from me. I wondered what his story was; maybe assault and battery. He had a huge gash across his forehead, oozing with blood, which he kept dabbing with a filthy towel. Tattoos all over his body, one that read “RIP Tone” wrapped in a rosary on his tricep. Only visible due to the holes in his sleeve. I tried very hard not to stare at him because he looked like the type to murder somebody for mean-mugging, plus I don’t have anyone to get a tattoo saying “RIP Johnny” on their arm. To the other side of me was a man who had been whimpering in the fetal position since I entered the jail cell. I never saw a clear view of his face, but I could tell he was terrified. Maybe it was his first time in here too.
This is so stupid. I shouldn’t even be in here. I am not a criminal compared to these other guys. I was only trying to be a good friend and get Daniel home before he got us kicked out of O’Mally’s. I didn’t even see him bring the beer bottle in my car! An open container. That’s why I’m in this hell hole, because Daniel left an empty beer bottle in my car. I could’ve just got a warning for a broken tail light and been on my way home. But no, of course the cops saw the empty beer bottle peeking out from underneath the passenger seat. I’m such a good friend. Saving him before he got knocked out by Frank Bertucci, a regular at O’Mally’s. Everyone and anyone who is in there on a regular basis knows not to mess with Frank Bertucci, but per usual, Daniel had to act like an ignorant drunk and start talking trash. Why? No reason at all. Just because that’s how he acts when he gets drunk. Now look at the mess I’m in, sitting in between a thug and a weirdo. I couldn’t have asked for a better Saturday night.