Anachronism & the Man

The handcuffs are cutting into my wrist but I don't fight it and just sleep on the way to jail.
I'm definitely concussed, to what extent, it's hard to say.
I'm still bleeding but I wearily black out and make the most of the semi lengthy ride to the barry place I've been before.


I cooperate as much as I can once I decide it's worth more to not have to post bond and  though I will face a likely longer sentence in the future by giving them more evidence by cooperating, it's a decision I make even in my state with the cold calculation of someone who has been socialized by the system.

You always lose when you dance with the state.
It's a hard lesson to learn one last time but it's one that I finally realize I have actually learned.
All the doubt has been removed.
All gray area fades from existence in my spectrum.

I am glad.
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I wake up and curiously I don't have a headache.
I am the worse for wear but I have survived again. As I always do.
I know I will face some serious punishment, consequences, and some bleak moments of facing myself while I battle with the state over how egregious my various restrictions on my freedoms are dealt.....but I know that in the end I will emerge from it stronger and even less flappable by the age of modernity into which I was born a man out of time.