This is a follow up to the post where I was arrested for ripping a street sign out of the ground and throwing out into the middle of the street. After I arrived at the Pitt County Prison and went through all the formalities of getting my mugshot and finger prints done it was probably close to 3:00 in the morning. They finally put me in one of the holding cells up front with a few other people and I was so tired that all I wanted to do was lay on the floor and get a little bit of sleep. I couldn't have been asleep longer than an hour when the cell door opened and an officer was calling my name. Could it already be time for me to go home? Did someone come pick me up? Absolutely not. (Turned out that nobody even knew I was had been arrested until about 3:00 pm the next day). Nope I wasn't leaving, they were moving me to another cell... back in the actual prison block. It's 4:00 am and I really don't care at this point as long as I can lay down somewhere.
I'm still in my street clothes at this point and apparently before you can be put back in the actual prison cells you have to be wearing the prison issued wardrobe. This consists of a bright orange jumpsuit, lime green flip flops and for some awful reason you also have to wear their tightie whitie underwear. Wow, that's a bit much but hey, who cares, it'll all be over by morning. The officer takes me and another guy to an empty cinder block room and to my horror we are told to change into our new outfit right there in front of them... they won't even lets us turn around. Needless to say I had a problem with this particular protocol. I was being treated like a terrorist but I was still so drunk and tired I couldn't resist authority properly. Honestly, once I got past all my homophobia and self esteem issues the jumpsuit was actually quite delightful.