SLAM!!
The sound, even when expected, could still sound so jarring.Jason sighed heavily. This was already a long night and he had a feeling that it hadn’t yet even begun.
Hey, man….
Jason looked around for the source of the call. His attention was immediately drawn to an obviously inebriated man sitting on the only bench along the wall.
Hey, man….I’m talking to YOU!
Suddenly this already long night promised to get even longer. As if jail weren’t oppressive enough, it was proving now to be claustraphobic.
Hey, man…
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Oh, hey, man…don’t be hatin’…
No, don’t YOU be hatin’…
Jason’s impatience was showing in a slight temper…could anything else go wrong this evening.
Jason looked over the small, cramped cell before deciding that the floor was the most viable option for any semblence of a seat as far away from his ‘don’t be hatin” friend as space allowed. While he had been told by his attorney that he would be out ’soon’, Jason suspected that soon was going to be a very loooong time and that soon, in his new universe, was a relative term…
relatives…
where was Renata? why didn’t she call SOMEONE? He’d messed up before, but it was gonna take some time to work through this one…
and then there was JT…
Jason bowed his head in his hands….no, this night just couldn’t get any worse!
