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<body text=#ff0000 link=#0000cc vlink=#0000cc bgcolor=000000> <table border="0" width="585" height="80" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"> <tr><td width="495" align="center" colspan="4"> What I have to tell you may sound shocking, it may even sound like a dream. To me it was a dream, one that was as real as the pictures I took </td><td width="90" bgcolor="ff0000" align="center"> </td></tr> </table>  <br> <br> <br>  <table cellpaddin=0 cellspacing=0 border=1 width=80% height=500 align=center> <tr> <td width=80% align=left> <font color=ff0000 size=+1>      The night started at 6:30 following my last class. As promised, I told my friend Jennifer that I would accompany her and her friends to the Castro district (The gay area of San Francisco). Little did I know that once we arrived in the Castro my drunken ass would be arrested.<br>    Jen and I reached her dorm close to seven o'clock. We met up with our friends: Matt, Melissa, and Jeff. By the time we reached the dorm everyone, for the most part, had their costumes securely fastened. I still had my dress in my backpack so I hustled to get changed. After I found a pair of tights in Melissa's room I was ready to transform myself into the beautiful Maria Cerveza. She was a popular hit back in Wisconsin at the dance club Park Central.<br>   Finding a corner in Matt's room, I rapidly changed into my costume. Once I was set, Matt, Jeff and I had some time to kill so we put on some music and made some drinks. Matt, being the man that he is, made a few batches of strawberry daiquiries. My mouth was watering. Just so everyone understands, I was ready to start drinking!<br>    After a few glasses we were finally starting to collect our group. We had a witch and fairy and a vampire and a princess and Buffy and myself, Maria Cerveza. The fairy (Melissa) and Buffy (Jen) and I decided to stay behind and meet up with the others in the Castro. Since I had never been there before I thought that this was a good idea. Ha, was I wrong. The Castro is more crazy than Ginkgo Biloba! Now that we had a plan (sorta?) Melissa and I took it upon ourselves to put a dent in the bottle of Taquila that I had hidden away. After a successful six shots, her and I met up with Jen and some of her other friends. Looks like we were acquiring quite a large group. After no time at all we moved our bodies out to the street. It is from this point where the night started to get exciting?<br>   One of the guys in our group, dressed as "the person who everyone picked on in the Seventies", had brought a bottle of rum with him. He had it well protected in a fashionable brown ghetto cooler. He made only deliberate swigs as people walked by, trying not to draw unnecessary attention to our already rowdy group. Being the nice guy that I am I offered to help lighten his heavy bottle. So I occasionally took a swig, trying not to spill on my dress.<br>    After a while a deliberation, we started to move. We arrived at some chick?s place to meet up with a few more people. Our group now totaled at least 15. I was not exactly positive on our number because I was focusing my attention on the bottle of rum. So now that we were all collected it was time to journey on to the Castro. Some how one of us flagged down a guy driving an 11 person van. The driver was super anxious to get us all aboard and to take our asses to the Castro (for a fee of course).<br>   In the van, on the road, taking shots of rum and swigs out of mysterious forties being passed around, this was great! The driver cautioned us about the bottles. "Make sure to keep ?em down low." He said. No problem I thought. After all, we didn?t want to waste anymore time. So down the road we went, zooming by mobs of crazy creatures and freaky people. Crossing streets of cars and lights and? wait, there was way too much steam on the windows. I decided to give up on site seeing. After all, we had all the craziness we needed packed into the van! It was a short fifteen-minute drive until we reached out destination, the Castro. We were finally there, experiencing the ultimate in Halloween satisfaction. I was partying with the best of them. The streets were jam packed with people, and I mean packed. Along with a river of strange colors and fabrics streaming in one direction, there were screams and shouts and people dancing everywhere. "Which way are we going?" someone asked. Seemed fairly obvious to me. Go with the flow. I don?t think it would possible to go any other direction. We were off. Our group started moving. I did my best to stay close to Melissa and Jen but soon I was drawn away by a familiar smell. I glanced around, trying to find the source of this mouthwatering aroma. Ah ha! I was already in rotation. The girl in front of me spun around and with a friendly smile passed it to me.<br>    From this point on my memory of the night starts to become a little more hazy. I can still recall, in moderate detail, all of the events that were to follow but my altered sense of reality was enough to misguide me. I can clearly remember my first thought, where were my friends? Suddenly a friendly hand grabbed mine. Melissa had found me. She was already clinging on to Jen when she snatched my hand into hers. I was saved. <br>    We kept walking. By now our original group was drastically spread out. It was virtually impossible to keep track of everyone and soon I was lost. I was not only lost in the sense of where I was, I was also lost amongst the entire sea of strangers. Where had that hand gone that I was so desperately clinging on to? Were had my friends gone? It was like Phish all over again (See here). My panic set in. I stopped, spun around and franticly searched around for anyone that I knew? Nothing. I moved to higher ground (The median of the street). From here I snapped a few pictures but I could not find my friends. After a while of searching I gave up. The torrent of people had moved me. I was now in their control. It was like the raging river had grabbed hold of me and wouldn?t let go. As I reluctantly followed the main stream I noticed a Chinese man video taping from the median. Boy do I love cameras.<br>    "Ahhhh!" I screamed, trying to show this man what Halloween was all about... Oh no, I scared him. What this Chinese man hadn?t realized yet was that some of the people around the Castro really are crazy. I think I soon changed his mind. I gracefully slid out of the ongoing crowd so that I could approach the camera. What was this, the Chinese man behind the video camera had stopped filming all together. Apparently he wanted to make sure that I wasn?t going to attack him. All that I wanted to do was have a good time. Unfortunately the stranger didn?t understand that. I tried to talk to him and ask him what was up but he didn?t understand English. What was I to do? So I jumped up and down and spun around and continued on my journey.<br>    After walking for a while longer I started to hear the rhythmic beat of a drum. Without thinking I lunged out of the traffic once again. As I climbed to the top of a bus ramp I spotted the source of the music. There were about six or seven people playing different instruments from a bongo drum to a bean shaker. The music was pleasing to my ears and even more so to my state of mind. I rushed over to get myself closer to the beats. Fortunately the music players had attracted a large, stationary group of people so the rushing traffic would not carry us away. After chillin? with the band for ten minutes or so I remembered about my friends. I wish I knew where they were at. Then, I got an idea. Since everyone around us could hear this music, what if we found them. I decided to use my devil dress to excite the music. Soon, with some kind of unknown motivation, I had persuaded the beat to march onward. Don?t ask me how but the music makers and I were now a powerful marching band. The only thing I could think about was whether or not I was going to find my friends. After realizing my attempt was failing I ventured on. Eventually the stream of people gathered into a huge collecting pool. With mobs of bodies all around me where could I go? I decided to once again find higher ground. I struggled against oncoming traffic until I reach a barrier of cops. Here I could clearly see the giant gathering of people. Time to take another picture. I still don?t know how I got the cops attention. Was it the picture I took of them or just the way I was dressed, I wish I knew. All I know is that I wanted to talk to the cops. That?s were I went wrong. If there?s one thing I learned from my Halloween experience it?s this: Don?t talk to cops! They?re not your friends. Big city cops aren?t really there to serve and protect. It?s more like they?re there to aggressively defend. Let me explain?<br>    All I wanted to do was to talk to the officers and ask them a few questions, like how can I get home, what bus to catch, etc. I tried to be polite but the response I got was, "Don?t push it." <br>    "I just wanted to ask a question." I said, and that?s all it took. Before I knew what was happening I was being hand cuffed and shoved away. I kept saying, "?it?s a public service? it?s a public service." as I parted the curious crowd. What was happening to me? Was I really being arrested? I can?t believe that my drunken ass was now getting stuffed into this huge van. Soon two rookie officers sat down in front and it was over. I no longer had to worry about where my friends were. I didn?t have to worry about what bus to catch home. The funny thing was that out of the thousands of people there that night, I was the only person in the van. I was the only person that these two fuckin? cops were taking in. So there I sat, feeling like the movie Seven, saying things to the cops they didn?t understand. When we finally reached the cop shop, I got my finger printed and my earring and camera taken. I was thrown into a cell with seven other dudes. Most of them looked and smelled like wasted homeless men. Only one of them was friendly, his name was James Holmes. He gave me some advice about how not to piss the cops off and also complimented my dress. I soon found out that he liked more than my dress, he liked what was under it. I can?t remember how many times I had to tell this guy to shut the fuck up. I think he knew I wasn?t gay but he liked the reaction. So then I sat in jail for a long five hours, with the original group of guys leaving, one by one, soon to be replaced by fresh drunks. While I was locked up I got to experience, first hand, the rudeness of most of the officers. There was only one woman that talked to me when she walked by. Ms. Alonzo was the only friendly officer that I met that night. Too bad all the rest fit the bitch-cop stereotype.<br>    After seeing one of my cellmates kicked in the face because he was gay and some other guys talking trash, I was sent into the "release tank" Here I waited an unusually long hour until I was finally released. Six hours is a long time to be locked up, especially when you?re wearing a dress!<br>    I was free? now the only problem was how do I get home. I had no money and I was only wearing a dress and it was six in the morning. 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