Day 8

I finally got a chance to write - they haven't started any questioning yet, just dumped me here and let me sit for a few days. I was lucky on this one - the guy confiscating my stuff was a rookie, and he was so nervous he didn't check anywhere other than my pockets. So, he didn't see the little notepad and the pen I had strapped to my leg. You know, for those tougher cases. So I have a minute to get something down now. This place isn't much different from the last time I got nabbed - same old drab, isolated cells, same old nasty guards. Same old screams. The bagging wasn't entirely pleasant, but that's the only complaint I've got at the moment. So I guess I'll just sit back until I get the chance to get out of here.

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The first of many, every once in a while.