Saturday Afternoon
It would have been nice to be woken up slowly, like by the guy nurse with his hand on my d**k, even though it was strictly for medicinal purposes. But this time—here was Authority. When I pried my eyes open to someone calling my name and shaking my shoulder, there were a police officer and two other men, probably from admissions or the cruelty to animals commission, all exuding Authority. I had no idea why the other two were here and didn’t want to talk to the cop either. I hadn’t done anything wrong, had I? And if I hadn’t, why was I so scared? I could feel—and see and hear—my blood pressure and pulse going up like crazy. In fact, I didn’t like the looks of all three of them. What did they want? Were they going to kick me out? Was I under arrest? Then in came another m
