After getting cleaned up and dressed, Rocco and I took a ride in the police cruisers back to the police station. Once we were fingerprinted, photographed and booked, they moved us to the back into some holding cells. Since it was already early evening on a Friday, it looked like these holding cells would be home for the weekend. Fortunately, although we were placed in separate cells, they were adjacent to each other.
We both were outraged at everything, but there was nothing we could do, we were locked up and just had to wait. The rest of the cells had been emptied, so besides the guards, Rocco and I were alone.
Dinner was rushed in at the end of the shift and the guards basically tapped their toes while Rocco and I ate. We did make sure to eat a slowly as possible, our own little strike against injustice. When we finally finished, the aggravated guards briskly yanked the trays from us and stormed out.
About fifteen minutes later another guard peeked in on us, but didn't say anything. After just a few minutes he wandered away from the door and didn't return. Rocco and I talked quietly for a while, wondering if the police and prosecutor were serious about pressing the charges or whether they'd let us go. We tried to stay positive, but the way things had gone for us in the past, deep down we were afraid we'd be back in prison in no time.
"You know the worst thing about it all is that we never got off. If they are going to haul me into jail for sodomy, we should have been at least allowed to come," Rocco said.
"Well, I don't think those officers were too interested in watching us finish up. Hell, I'm just glad they didn't gun us down."
"Oh yeah, we were a real threat to them."
"Well we were actively undermining their way of life. Hell, they might have been struck dead by a lightning bolt aimed at one of us," I said.
"Look, let's make up for it here."
