dandy PART THREE A FRIENDLY FACE
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Now I mentioned early there are police officers in my family. Not that they like me. My father the black sheep arrested many times. I look at the badge of the booking officer as I am being fingerprinted roughly and booked in. It read Sergeant Donlan. I have nothing to do with my dad but have heard the name. I say his name, "Shutup, we well tell you when you can talk." "I just need a phone call." I am thrown down the hall and lead to a holding tank. Two hours later a friendly face. A man with pen and tablet comes in and asks me questions. At the end of the interview he says, "Are you kidding me or making this up?"
I say, "Look at my face." It is swollen with drying blood. They did on the drive as they were talking about the cute prostitudes they arrested last night throw me a dirty rag and with my hand behind my back put it on the seat in front of me to stop the bleeding. Yes by now I looked like a criminal. I said when am I going to be released. He said, "I have nothing to do with that I am a reporter for the Seattle Pi." I said, "Scream for you life", and held him up against the wall. In the six hours I was held there had been a change of shifts. Day had turned to night and from bright sunshine it was pouring down rain. The asked the reporter if he wanted to press charges and he said no so they said you are free to go. I said go where my cars in Georgetown precinct. He said, "No it had been hauled away to impound. There are busses right out front." "I put my last time in the meter." "Ah, now we have a charge. Book him for vagrancy." The reporter threw me a quarter and offered to take me home. The wife threw a sleeping bag on the porch. Next is the rest of the story, and trust me I am not good enough to make this up./dandy