I can't tell the difference between illusion and reality. The holding cell I was sitting in seemed real. The rough looking black guy beside me was being confronted by a female officer. She talked to him in a harsh tone.
"I'm not stupid, I have been a cop for 10 years. Tell me why you had all those drugs in your car"
The black guy responded
"I don't know"
"Bro, do you think I am stupid"
Too me the guy seemed weak, scared timid in that situation. I could tell he was probably somebody you didn't want to cross outside of that sell, but he looked like a bitch being intimidated by this petite female cop. I don't know why but my protective instinct took over. This guy was a piece of shit, but I had more hatred towards authority figures who abused that authority. The cop was wrong for not only even busting the guy to start with (People should have a right to do drugs if they want to, and busting drug dealers makes it harder to exercise that right), but she was using psychological tactics to get a confession from somebody in a scared emotional state. I saw the guy was about to crack so I piped in.
"I wouldn't tell her anything. She is just trying to build a case. Tell her you want to talk to a lawyer."
She gave me a sharp look. A scowl came over her face, and she stormed off. I think she almost expected me to be on her side. The black guy started to talk to me.
"Thanks"
"No problem, and don't be worried. If they thought they had a good case on you, she wouldn't have acted so desperate there."
This seemed to relieve the guy. Not surprisingly they led him away to another room shortly after that"
I sat there alone staring at the wall, knowing I had no way out of this. This just symbolized the downward spiral my life had taken. Alone in a cold brick cell. I bowed my head and and was about to ask God for a way out of this, but thought better of it. He has never helped before. His presence always hid from me, if he ever truly existed at all.
Satan seemed to appear when people needed him, more often than god. If random stories on the internet are true. It seems celebrities sale their souls for fame and fortune. Previous nobodies, seemed to make it big by making a deal with the devil. I'm not sure if many of their songs were admitting this or if tales of them selling their soul for fame and fortune were more metaphorical.
I bowed my head and talked to Satan.
"Satan, I realize I don't have much to offer you, I kindly ask not for you to get me out of this situation, but to provide me with wisdom in exchange for my undying loyalty to you."
Just when this happened I felt a dark presence enter my immediate vicinity and things became more clear.
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