A RISKY PUB VISIT

The next morning, I wake up in the sobering-up cell at the local police station. Apart from the hard cot, the small room is completely bare and empty. Nothing else is there. Not even a pillow or a blanket. Right at the top under the ceiling there is a small barred window. I knock on the door; I urgently need to go to the loo. An officer approaches and opens it. I ask him what I'm doing here and he just says that I was taken away during the night because I was drunk as a skunk and violent.