Confessions of a Hope Fiend #230638

They back and o the Orange County Jail in a squad car. It was very efficient. The receiving gates were opened by remote control. Radio messages crackled back and forth between the cruiser and headquarters. I stood under the hard glare in front of a reception panel. The door of a holding cell clicked open and Slipped shut behind me. There was a concrete floor with no benches. The guards gathered around in New Testament style and looked curiously, laughing at the new martyr. For you we throw away the key. If we have our way you'll never get out.