A Machiavellian Writer : Part 1

Chapter 8 : Arrest

    

Returning home all cleansed out, sober out with no new remorse , sorrow or pain ... I already knew what's about to happen and what's gonna come to me as a consequence and I am actually excited for it ... the only thing which makes me pissed is that I was about to slap that little soul , I remember my hands were shaking afterwards !! Hearing those little weeping and crying eyes which slowed me something relatively similar ...

However on the way back, I tried to break as many laws as possible ..

I didn't pay any money to the bus nor to the guy who handed me the pizza ..

The cashier, an old fat man tried to chase me down but he eventually lost his hopes and give up .. I somehow managed to drop my card to his desk
And I even .... I .. I took a piss off in front of all in a small bar while strippers where dancing .

Now I'm packing up for myself, soon my trips tickets will be arriving .. so I gotta get my things together as I am planning to recover from my own self .. constantly trying to escape that, while listening to ' Dark Red ' by Steve Lacy which accidentally fits just perfect with today's mayhem tone that I engaged within .
Being certainly sure that today's morning I'm going to be dammed -- it's around 12 : 30 but I haven't hear any sirens or a single knock to my door .. I was waiting like a gentleman wearing a suit and nothing happen for hours, so I make myself a coffee .. reset my house , did some arrangements .. putting my things in a right place .. the fact is stingy pissing me off the officials took so long time to ' Arrest ' me ..

They came towards my door and started banging it like a baby, I was expecting someone to kick the door like ' Daya ' from CID

" Morning sir -- are you Mr. Joseph " the guy was way too much elegant to me, must have been a fresher

' Luckily, I am the one ... wanna have a cup ? '

" Is this your's ? " Another Policeman, muscular one with a weird beard asked me handing over my card

" Yeah -- I suppose it's an hard evidence, right ? "

" Cuff - Him - Up "

" Yes, you have the rights to remain silent and -- "

" Ah, I know my rights pretty well, new boy "

" Alright, you'll get a chance to inform any of your close ones about the prevailing situation " The tough policeman said dragging me towards his car

" Nah, I don't need to -- how many days are you taking me to your place " The policeman angrily pushes me on the backseat and then we proceeded ..

" At least can you turn the volume up? "

" Shut - Up " He growls

" Hey, Miss . Chu .. how's everything going on " I screamed to on one of my neighbor leaning my head outside the car's Window

" Hey, yo ! STOP YELLING "

" I'm afraid that's not my thing " I said in a monotone," Do you call me I just felt like falling ....
Hey can I ask you something, do you know that there was this old myth in old times that writers went inside a cave isolate themselves and then comes up after years with a bunch of stories "