Poor Boy, Rich Man

The beginning of the end is when Freddy Prinz somehow manages to get into a security area at a military base. I'm working at a computer console when Freddy grabs me, shakes me and snarls something about my coming back to work at the Lozenge Corporation. I black out during times of physical violence, so I remember nothing until I'm standing over the crumpled form of Freddy Prinz, on the floor. It then rains MPs and even city police. I get arrested. I ask, "What am I being arrested for?"
The police officer snarls, "They'll tell you that when they book you, downtown."
I tell the police officer. "I am demanding my lawyer, NOW!"
The police officer snarls, "You'll get a lawyer, when we decide."
I then get cuffed and manhandled into a black and white police car. I then get driven down to headquarters and manhandled up to a window.
The police officer snarls, "You can book wise ass here, he got an attitude. He beat up another guy, real bad."
The officer behind the window says, "Officer Sessions, there are procedures to be followed, before we book a citizen into custody."
I tell the man behind the window, "I have demanded a lawyer. I can pay for a lawyer. I will not answer questions, until I have my lawyer."
Officer Sessions says, "The perp is named Jud Ahrm, A.h.r.m. The charge is assault and aggravated battery."
The man behind the window says, "Mr. Jud Ahrm, you are being charged with assault and aggravated battery under California Penal Code 242 PC.
I tell the man behind the window, "I have demanded a lawyer. I can pay for a lawyer. I will not answer questions, until I have my lawyer. My lawyer is Gregory Ray Callaman."
I am then frog marched into some sort of holding room. There's no water and no toilet facilities in the room. (You must understand that I am not a criminal. If I were a criminal, I would get much better treatment, under the law. As a miserable tax paying citizen, I have few real rights.)
I tell the officers, who are frogmarching me, "I have demanded a lawyer. I can pay for my lawyer. I will not answer questions, until I have my lawyer. The hours that I have to wait to talk to my lawyer will come out of your city budget money."
The officers just laugh at me.
I look around the room. There is a fold down bunk, no mattress, just a bare metal bunk. The room is carpeted, but there are no other furnishings, just the bare metal bunk.
How long will they keep me in my little cell? Alright, the rest of you spent your time in school reading, 'The Women of Marblehead' and 'The Merchant Of Venice.' You can't really think. Let me do your thinking for you. What if they just leave me in my little carpeted cell until I die of thirst? I am a man, not a woman or a foreign merchant. I urinate, I defecate. But wait, you say, you can't urinate, or defecate on a carpeted floor. Oh yes I can. If I urinate or I defecate, someone has to clean up the mess. The someone is a UNION janitor. A union janitor does not clean urine or stool from a carpeted area. A union janitor has lawyers. A union janitor has union brothers and/or sisters who vote. A union janitor does not clean urine or stool from a carpeted area, no way, no how.
I select a clean looking area of carpet. (Someone may have previously urinated, or defecated on a carpeted floor.) I do some push ups, I do some sit ups, I do some, Hung Gar punches, I do some sophisticated northern style kicks.
I then get a visit from Julien.
Julien lectures me, "I am Julien, a legal clerk, working for Gregory Ray Callaman. You realize that we do financial law, not criminal law."
I lecture Julien, "Listen carefully, you are not just Julien, a legal clerk, you are Julien, a witness for Gregory Ray Callaman. Gregory Ray Callaman has a client who is being illegally held in a room with no water and no toilet facilities. Gregory Ray Callaman is going to sue the city for every cent that the city has

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