Um....It was this period in my life that lasted several monthes where my entire family thought I was pocessed. I was in an argument with my mom and she said something that really upset me so I broke one of her bowls. She called my dad to come home from work, who drove me to the local police station and tried to talk his cop friend into letting me spend the night in a cell. He said he couldn't do that, but he would talk to me.
I'm assuming my dad thought that I got a really long lecture about respect for property, personal responsibility, ect, but he just sort of asked me what was going on and observed how terrified and paranoid I was. It was pretty nice of him to watch a 13-year-old girl cry and bitch about her family for as long as he did, I gotta say.
Looking back, I really wish I could have spent the night in jail. How fucking beast would that have been?
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