ConDamnNation

Alone sits a man who has commited no crime in a cell only big enough for one, alone sits this man knowing he has done no wrong. He knows not why he sits but still he sits alone. He was famous, and respected, he had everyone's love. Some cruel being took it all away from him. He knows not why.

His story begins at 3:15a.m. some idle Saturday, he is sleeping in his bed as most do at three a.m., Sleeping after a hard days work. He works as a well respected teacher in a rural suburb around Dallas, TX. teaching young boys and girls how to live along with the regular subjects of any third grade classroom.

Along comes a knock at the door..."Klank, Klank, Klank....."

He thinks to himself "What Could Be so important to wake me from my peaceful state?" He tries to ignore it.

But it breaks the silence again...."Klank, Klank, Klank...."

He starts to get dressed for this man as many other men his age sleeps nude... His strong muscular frame is clumsy as he ransacks the room quickly for his pants.

Once again "Klank, Klank, Klank....

"God damnit, I'm on my way!" He screams to whomever is so rude as to knock at his door shortly past three a.m.

"Dallas Police" Comes from the voice behind the infernal klanking at the door.

He heads to the door having just gotten his pants on, he is wearing no shirt. He answers the door "What's the problem officer?"

Only to be answered witha question "Are you Michael Culliver?"

"Yes, sir" He replies

"Were you at Main Street's Pub this afternoon?" Asks the man in blue.

"Yes, sir, That's where I spend all my Friday afternoons after a long week at work." Micheal states for he had been going to that particular pub every friday since he moved to Dallas.

"I have to take you in." Replies the officer while reaching for his handcuffs.

"There's no need for handcuffs, officer"

"Assume the position!"

Micheal had no idea what position. He only knew of a few, and knew the ones he was thinking of had nothing to do with what the officer had in mind. Unless this was some kind of weird dream that had a close resembalance to the pornos he had watched as a teen a few years back...

"Did I stutter, boy, up against the wall"

"Officer, There is no need really."

"Up against the wall with your hands above your head!" The officer forces Micheal against the wall."You have the right to..."

"What do you think I have done?"

"Remain silent."

"What do you think I have done? It's not like I killed anybody." Micheal says stating the truth.

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"I didn't do anything, what is this some kind of cruel dream?"

"Wake up boy this is reality," The officer says before slugging him in the nose, then handcuffing Micheal.

"What the Fuck? What are you saying I did, Mother Fucker, I Did Not Kill anyone, I did not steal anything, what is it you're saying I have done?" Micheal is quite irate.

"We'll discuss it in court sir, now watch your head," the officer says as he forces the handcuffed Micheal into the crusier. Micheal remains silent now thinking the worst. "copyright 2000 Brett Beach" homepage