All my nightmares came true. And they arrested me. Did it on my way home. Just outside my apartment door. Never expected that, not like this. Too surprised, too shocked, I just followed them quietly.

Remembered on the way to never talk to police without your lawyer. Do not have a lawyer. Needed one only once, for some small thing I forgot. What to do?

They said I murdered people. I said I did not. So they locked me up.

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Night was rough. At least I have a cell to myself. Not like they show on TV. Slept badly, no dreams. At least no dreams.

Woke me up early. Cold. Dark. Dry at least. Unfriendly. The cop guy. Asked me about the bossman. Mr. Neal. Fine Mister. Told them he was an asshole and that’s all I’ll say without a lawyer. Asked for a lawyer. Was told if I don’t have one, they don’t have to provide one. Cannot check if they are right, they took my phone. They tossed me back in the hole. Still early morning. Mr. Neal. Sleep. No dreams. Please, no dreams.