The last thing I remember is seeing Jeff Schmuck.
I thought it was kind of cool.
Like damn, thats Schmuck right there.
The next concrete memory I have is blinking awake on an uncomfortable bed in a strange, bright room.
You are at Denver CARES, sir.
like step away from the desk, they explained.
This didnt make sense to me.
Im not from around here, I said.
I have literally no idea whats going on.
Do it’s crucial that you go to solitary, sir?
No, I didnt.
I just needed to find out what the fuck happened to me.
I think Im at the hospital, I said.
Or maybe jail, I dont understand.
Laughter ensues from the room on the other end of the line.
Then one of the other patients behind me set the record straight: dude, youre in detox.
She told me I needed to chill out or else she would send me down the street to jail.
I just stared at her dumbstruck, and giggled.
They told me my SIA cherry would get popped at some point, but goddamn.
I just got fucking railed.
