Has anyone ever been arrested before? Here's a story, I got arrested outside of a club one night in south Seattle in 2003 for participating in a bar fight (which I didn't). So they took me to the King county jail for "processing." At the time, no joke, I had an eye infection and had these prescribed eye drops I had to use, which they took away from me. I told them I needed my eye drops because I had an eye infection and they sent in this so-called doctor who looked like Mr. Magoo, some short quack who was literally cross-eyed himself. In any case, I was denied my eye medication for whatever stupid reason that night. So they put me in a holding cell with about 12 other guys who looked just about as nervous as I did. About 3-4 of the guys there were laid out on the bunks as if they'd been there for a month, the rest of us just stood up and waxed apocalypse. I remember telling one guy there my bail was $1000, and his response was, "at least you got a bail." So then they pull you out of the holding cell and make you "bend over and cough" (to put it mildly). And give you some "Texas tighties" underwear and some socks, neither of which you haven't seen before, and some jumpsuit (blue for me) and some slippers. After that they sent me up to my cell. The door was open. I walked in. Looked like a nice enough cell. But what was I supposed to do? The instinct in me was not to close some inescapable door behind me but, at the same time, I did not want to piss off the guards. So I reluctantly slammed the door shut. In the KCJ, there are no bars on the windows, you are hermetically sealed in your tomb. There is a vent up top I think that ostensibly serves to keep you alive in case of an emergency, but who knows? So, to make a short story short, I got bailed out the next morning. I got a call through this voicebox coming out of the concrete in the side of the window. It said, DiracPool, you've been bailed out, they're serving breakfast right now but you'll be bailed out within the hour. So no need to do breakfast. Well, I thought, I'm absolutely going to do breakfast because I want the full experience. I'm never coming back here again and I want to live to tell about the whole thing. So it is what it seems as in the movies, just an assembly line of (pre) convicts lining up for chow. I didn't face any terriorial issues, I just got my breakfast plate and sat across from guy with a tattoo on his forehead that was some upside-down triangle of something. I didn't take the time to decipher what it was, only to think that this wasn't the place for me. So does anyone else have some stories?