Adulthood

 

Corner time: 13 hours

Prison doesn’t look good on me. Despite my many hours of incarceration in the corner, I was surprisingly ill-equipped for a night in the cells. Getting even a modicum of sleep was impossible - the noise levels were horrendous – screaming, vomiting, night terrors and that was just me.

Had Becca not been in the adjoining cell, then I think I might have done something stupid. I had to be strong for her, which as it turns out, probably wasn’t necessary. Apparently, it required seven policemen, two Alsatians and a Priest armed with a taser to eventually subdue her.

So, how did we end up here?

Well, today I turned 18 and shortly after that, it started going downhill. Dad insisted that to celebrate, it was about time that I spent my hard-earned birthday money on buying him a drink or seven down the local pub.

However, it wasn’t too long before a bar fight broke out with chairs smashed over heads and glasses shattered. Fortunately, it was soon drawn to a swift conclusion when the riot police arrived and bundled Becca into the back of their van. I tried to plead her case but was arrested for my efforts.

Moral of the story – never buy your dad a drink and never, ever suggest to Becca that she shares her crisps.

Matthew.