Cheap & Classy (Hide Your Crazy) - Plot & Excerpts
Me sitting in a damn jail cell, that’s what. Keeping my mouth shut was apparently too hard of a thing for my mind to wrap itself around. Once again, I didn’t think before my verbal vomiting episode. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing, had it not been law enforcement that was at the receiving end of my mishap. But, then again, I’m pretty much guaranteed for something epic to go wrong every day. Normally it didn’t result in being arrested, so I could chalk that up to new experiences “Hey, do you have a smoke?” a rather intoxicated woman asked from across the holding cell. Being in general population was kind of like staying at a one star hotel. Being a little unsure of where I should sit, since it smelled like urine and vomit, and the floor resembled the nastiest of biker bars, I hovered on the edge of the steel grey, hard as fuck, cold bench. Keeping my arms tucked tightly under my breasts, I held a firm posture; trying hard not to come into contact with anything.
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