I park in the fifteen minute parking in front of the Precinct. After all it is only going to take a minute or two. I walked up to the front desk. An old man a sergeant is sitting there. He tells me to hush. He is listening to my car license number and description coming across the speaker, "I say, Sir that is my car." He springs around the desk nightstick buried in my belly telling me to get on the ground. I am bent over he strike me again with the nightstick. All the time he is yelling, "Mayday Mayday--mayday." I have been trained to defend myself I go under his arm removed the stick and throw it to the wall across the room as cops come from everywhere. One especially big guy is trying to grab me from behind and throw me to the ground. My hands are in the arm but he is punching me in the back. I remove him with an elbow spin to the wall and am facing six drawn weopons. I drop down and held down violently and handcuffed. I ask for a phone call, "You shutup. We well tell you when you can speak. Take this jerk downtown." With a convey of cops I am led outside and down the steps. A lady protest walking by, "Take it easy, you can see he is handcuffed and not protesting." She's told to get out of the way. You know the bit on TV, "Watch your head." Mine is slammed into the roof and immediately and open wound. Next part three the booking and a friendly face./dandy