My sausage roll was cold. also, i spent the day having to hold up my trousers up .they cut all the buttons off my shorts in case i snapped one of them in half and used it to slash my wrists again. but what did you expect when you come and grab me on a long weekend thursday for a victimless crime and i don't get to see a judge til tuesday. (i've been coming here since i was 8 years old. you'd think i'd get some respect for being civil during all the unnecessary incarcerations for victimless crimes without charge.) i was hanging out man... and had a broken hand from punching the cell door . a dumb idea i learnt from a heroin junkie to try and get to hospital. i was desperately hoping i could get some medication because i was hanging out like it was the day before payday. anyway. i painted the fluorescent bathed white tile walls with blood splatter. to protest the staff sergeant not sending me to hospital on the thursday because "he'd seen worse. you can get that fixed after you see the judge." with the watch house doctor standing next to him as he shut the door i had just broken my hand on. leaving me ,begging on my knees, with that broken hand bone and to later on ,have a withdrawal seizure that could of killed me. Zero stars are too many .negative stars by the skyfull. prisoner #159924 read more