Never arrested but in handcuffs three times and never liked that once, especially the time my ex-wife called the cops and said I was suicidal because she read what she thought was a suicide letter but was me writing lyrics. I came out at about 11am to go to the gym and as I'm turned facing the door to lock it hear over a bullhorn "let us see some hands!" Turn around there's a dozen cops drawing down on me. Got out face-down on 100F blacktop, handcuffed and driven in the back of a cop car 40 miles to the 5150 station in SoCal. If you've never been in handcuffs, you don't know that your shoulders start hurting like CRAZY within 5 mins in handcuffs. By the time I got to the loony-bin I was almost desperate, which didn't add at all to my situation as I'm trying to explain to intake that I've never once had a suicidal thought in my life "right, sir. We'll take care of you." Anyway, got through intake, and spent an entirely sleepless night and day in a big room with a bunch of homeless guys in recliners watching shitty TV. Had a long conversation with a security guard who told me some amazing stories of shit he'd seen over the years, about 7am a little Asian doctor came in, interviewed me for about 3 mins, looked me in the eyes, believed me, cut me loose. I found myself kicked to the curb in a shitty neighborhood in Riverside, Calif. Went to the liquor store, got an energy drink and a 40, waited on my ride, went home and slept for about 12 hrs.
Other times were guilt-by-association for being out at 3am with assholes. I was nice and respectful, had no record, got cut loose.
