My friend, you were a handful.
Once, in a holding cell for several hours for not paying an underage drinking ticket. Hated it and swore I would never go back. It was Dallas jail, which was a pretty rough place. I was a college kid in there mixing with crack dealers and murderers, guys with knife scars. Scared straight.It didnt scare me,Rev-it just made me angry-I ended up in a bam bam suit (straight jacket) twice-and in a padded cell once for banging my head on the drunk tank glass when I got arrested in 1991 at a Judas Preist concert-(DAM! I forgot that one!-I got arrested for tresspassing! Because I lost my ticket and I threw my tray of beer at the security when they tried to throw me out-ended up in Kalamazoo-Zoo County overnite-got a 50 dollar fine.)
I have never been to jail I am proud to report. That does not mean I never did sh!t I should have been arrested for... or nearly was...
I had a friend, a good guy, who before I knew him had been in the USN and in a bar brawl had hit an Australian sailor in the head with an empty beer stein. Acting out of a movie ( I think) he killed the guy and was dishonorably discharged from a life he loved. He did no tine, I think. But he was always remorseful. Even, stunned.