Anywho, a buddy and I were asked to leave a local drinking establishment a few days back and we politely obliged.
Outside, we were debating the situation with the muscle, blah blah blah, when before you could say whore-cocking bitch, the Gendarme appeared.
Even though I was playing the role of mediator, I guess I got the last word in and it cost me a night in the think tank. I've been through this before (years ago) and it was a breeze. Out in a few hours, none the worse......Not so lucky this time.
Shortly after settling in I overhear a conversation between another inhabitant and the man, letting me know I'm in for 8 hours. Despite being "glued" I could not sleep, even though I was afforded two perfectly level concrete slabs. Also, I was not dressed for the occasion and pretty much froze the entire time.
Eight hours doesn't seem like much until you take into account a screeching hangover, below normal body temperature and zero sleep.
By the time the gates of hell were opened I was ready to lick-polish the boots of anyone with a key to my cell.
$$$$ PUNCHLINE $$$$
Funny, but my horoscope didn't come close to predicting any of this.
Locked Up (no broads)...a flowery trip report
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