Rude Awakening

I was laying flat faced and broken on a cold metal dive-in, the familiar stench of body odor and mildew concentrated the air.  After a few minutes of haze and confusion, I shook the cobwebs and quickly realized where I was, this wasn't my first stay in the house of guilt and shame.  The City of Boulder's police department is a state of the art facility, in a quiet posh town, full of 30 or so cookie cutter Officer Krumpky's ever so stricken with their God given authority to judge and police us lesser mortals.  The reason for my stay was yet to be determined, but I knew I would be shortly made aware of my evils.  I paced my jail cell waiting for reckoning; anxiety, fear, and an unhealthy excitement rushed painfully through my body.  The second hand of the time keeper echoed in my skull.  Time seemed to pass in slow motion, as if this feeling of suffering was part of the judgement yet to come.  They say that the anticipation of death is worse than death itself, as far as I was concerned at that moment, death would be an undeserved gift I was prepared to beg for.......as the details of the last twenty hours started rushing back to my brain like water through a floodgate.