On my way to see DEVO with Whitney, I got pulled over by a police man, who thought my temp plate wasn't valid. It was and he confirmed it, but thought he'd do a background check anyways.
It turned up a warrant for missing a court date for breaking curfew at a park with a glass bottle.
This is not made up.
I got booked for a few hours and read Kings in the Bible in the overfilled holding cell. God used to be quite vengeful. That's all I want to say about that. It's not worth romanticizing, as if I were Genet or one of Irvine Welsh's characters or Thoreau and his Civil Disobedience experiment. I was not scared. I was not pissed. I was not even tired. I started to meditate and that was it. Reading about Mumia Abu Jamal gives me enough insight to know that this isn't shit.
Staying at Denver City is slightly more comfortable than staying overnight at the Houston Greyhound Bus station. Although they do share many similarities; Coke heads, bad food, tight quarters and no working bathrooms, Houston's Greyhound does not have locking doors to keep you safe from roaming people on their way down from a major drug kick.
I never was told I was arrested, I was never told my Miranda Rights*. I was never told how to post bail. Twelve people in a 7 x 8 x 9 cell.
Whitney posted my bail. She is heaven on earth. A lovely angel whose kindness I will never forget and who will find flowers of the most unearthly kind at her door as soon as heavenly possible.
I can't leave the city until a court date in September.
So, in conclusion, be afraid of police officers, especially when at a public, well lit park at 11:30pm. Do not drive with temporary license plates - it's enough suspicion to get pulled over. Do not tell the truth. Do not believe what the police officer whom acted as if they arrested (did they? How to tell?) you says, especially about time frames. Be afraid, and stay indoors. Follow orders. Do not draw outside the lines. Go to your job. Work. Die.
On research, Miranda Rights are only given to you right before questioning. My 6th grade class, which is the last formal education class to talk about it, never really specified when Miranda rights were given and I'm sure the media has instilled in my brain that arrests have some sort of... procedure. They did no questioning. Nor did they do any answering.
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