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Well, it was going to be that I read my assignment, wrote an entry and went to sleep early. So much for planning my evening.


I really can't complain abut anything. I believe ol' Jonathan takes the "Valley Award" for today.


The A/C and me sniffling.


I had a pizza about 10 hours ago... it's 5:25 a.m. on Thursday morning now.


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wednesday, october 24th

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Quote Du Jour:
"This is Officer [so-and-so] of the Oakdale Police..."

8:15 p.m.
Damn, I'm sleepy. I'm sick, too. My sinuses hurt. My nose is congested. I feel like I have to remember to breathe and to be alive. I feel as though if I were to forget... my body would just shut down. I've been awake less than nine hours and I'm already dog-ass tired. I can't believe that.

I want to write another entry. After two weeks without one, it'd be nice to have two back-to-back. I've gotta read those 21 pages for Broadcast Regs class. I think I'll get my ass off the computer and do that now. Maybe I'll be able to write when my reading assignment is finished.

8:20 p.m.
Damn, I'm sleepy. This assignment reads like stereo instructions. Who the hell wrote this? Did they not speak the common man's English? I've gotta take a nap or I'll never finish this. Yeah, I know napping at night is a bad idea... I'll probably end up being awake all night. Nah, I'm too tired for that to happen. I think I'll set my alarm just in case.

8:45 p.m.
The roomie is in. He's with his two women friends. Something seems strange about his relationship with those women. I wonder if people say the same thing when they see Zoë, Amanda and I together. I think I'll read some more.

9:10 p.m.
Why is the roomie getting ready for bed? What makes a man want to go to bed before the evening news is on? Damn. Here I am... a man that stays awake until his body shuts down... And here is this kid who still has a bed time. Of course, Fletch, you don't see him having a class attendance problem do you? Point taken. This material is really boring. I think I'll stop this reading for content nonsense and just skim a bit. Damn, all that thinking about sleep habits is making me tired. I think I'll set the alarm and rest again.

9:30 p.m.
What? Huh? Oh, the alarm. Wow... that was a quick nap. I think I'm ready to read now. Lemme just lay back and close my eyes for a second... Then I'll really be ready.

10:50 p.m.
Phone: <Ring> <Ring>
Fletch: Hello?
Jonathan: Hey, what are you up to man?
Fletch: Oh, just laying here in bed sleeping. What's going on?
Jonathan: Oh, I'm sorry... Go back to sleep.
Fletch: Why? What's going on?
Jonathan: Oh, nothing. Me and Nate are going to a bar. Go on back to sleep and get your rest.
Fletch: Alright, man. I'll catch you later.

Damn... I didn't realize I'd slept for an hour and 20 minutes. It feels good to be sleepy at such an early hour, though. I've been going to be way too late lately. I think I'll check my e-mail, take some sinus drugs and go to sleep.

11:01 p.m.
Phone: <ring> <ring>
Fletch: Hello?
Voice: This is officer so-and-so with the
Oakdale Police.
Fletch: Yeah, okay... (Thinking someone is screwing with me)
Voice: Jonathan wants to know if you can come take possession of his vehicle or bring a licensed driver who is not under the influence of alcohol to do so?
Fletch: Oh, yeah, sure. Where are ya'll at?
Voice: {address}
Fletch: Okay. I'm on campus. Gimme a few minutes to get there.

11:02 p.m.
Dialing Zoë's number.
Zoë: Hello?
Fletch: Is Zoë there?
Zoë: This is her.
Fletch: Zoë, what are you doing?
Zoë: Lying in bed drinking a glass of wine trying to go to sleep.
Fletch: Damn. (Thinking that everyone must be drinking tonight) Well, can I interfere with your plans? I need you to do me a favor? Can you?
Zoë: Sure.
Fletch: I think my boy Jonathan just got arrested for DWI. They need me to pick up his truck... I was wondering if you could give me a ride there. You aren't drunk are you?
Zoë: No, it's a small glass. Yeah, sure. Give me three minutes and walk outside your dorm. I'll pick you up.
Fletch: Three minutes? (She lives 5-6 minutes away)
Zoë: Yeah. No... make it four. I might get caught by a light.

11:05 p.m.
Where's Zoë? Are those her headlights? I can't believe Jonathan has gotten himself into this kind of trouble. Damn. I told him he was drinking too much. I wonder if he was really tanked.

11:07 p.m.
There she is... Finally. I want to get there. I don't want them to tow the poor boy's truck. This better not be a hoax. Nate and Jonathan better not be fucking with me. I'm gonna be pissed if I dragged Zoë out of bed for nothing.

11:15 p.m.
So, it is a DWI afterall. Damn. What am I supposed to do? Where should I take the truck? Jonathan's apartment? My dorm? Why is it the petty shit that I always struggle over? And so the officer says Jonathan will call me in about 30 minutes to tell me about bond? Why do I feel this is going to be a long night?

11:30 p.m.
Zoë's right. This could have happened to any of us. This is just the luck of the draw... or the lack thereof. This could have been me. Lord knows it should have been me a time or two.

11:50 p.m.
I'd like to have some legal advice on this one. I'd like to know what to do. This is brand new territory for me. It's too late to call the old man. I'd chat with Melissa, but she's in D.C. I better not get on the Internet anyway. He'll be calling from jail soon.

12:15 a.m.
Damn. It's been a bit more than 30 minutes. I wonder if he remembered my dorm room number. He always calls my cell... but its a long distance call from the jail... They won't allow that. Maybe he called Nate. Lemme call Nate and see what's up. I don't want to wait all night for a call that's not going to come... and I'm getting tired of playing solitaire.

12:20 a.m.
So, Nate knows nothing. He wasn't with Jonathan when he was pulled over. He was waiting on him at his apartment and he never showed up. Hmmm....

12:25 a.m.
{Phone rings -- It's Jonathan}

12:30 a.m.
He sounded sober... but then again, I imagine getting arrested would do that to you. That and $1200 bond. Damn. He wants me to bail him out but I don't keep enough cash handy for the bond. Damn. I've got my mom's credit card. Nah. That's risky. She wouldn't mind. It's for a good cause. But, no, I can't do that. But we've gotta do something. Lemme call a bondsman and find out more. Who do I call? I've never shopped for bondsmen before. Let my fingers do the walking... Hmm... I dunno. They all sound so seedy. Ah-hah. Here's a name I like. Let's call him.

12:40 a.m.
$310? I definitely don't have $310 in cash handy. All of my folding money is in CDs and such. Damn, I am poorer than I thought. Lemme call Nate and see what his situation is.

12:45 a.m.
I'm glad Nate has the cash ATM-ready... Should I be better equipped for emergencies? Or if I had the cash ATM-ready, too, would I spend it on stupid stuff instead?

1:20 a.m.
I wasn't lying when I said the bail bonds industry seemed seedy. And what's up with this guy working... One minute, he's cracking jokes and the next minute he's all serious. I guess its understandable that one might develop a personality disorder by working the night shift at a bails bonds office. This office use to be a house, it seems. Interesting. 1940s maybe.

Nate hands me 15 $20 bills. Damn. This stuff is crisp. It smells good, too. You've gotta love the smell of new money. I hand it back to Nate, and he hands it to the bail bondsman along with a pair of old $5 notes he pulls from his wallet.

1:30 a.m.
Okay, so bailing someone out of jail seems easy enough... This guy just doesn't seem to be in a hurry. Of course, I don't guess Jonathan is going to go anywhere.

1:40 a.m.
So this guy is going to have Jonathan sprung from jail within an hour, eh? Not bad. But what does he mean when he says to call him if we haven't heard from him at 1:40? What could go wrong?

2:20 a.m.
I've never been to Nate's dorm room. It's funny. His dorm sort of looks like a prison on the inside. We can ask Jonathan to confirm this. Heh, heh. I'm laughing because I'm not sleeping. It's a liberty I get to have for helping out a buddy.

2:40 a.m.
No word yet from bail bondsman dude. Hmmm... Maybe I should call.

2:45 a.m.
He doesn't have him yet... He wants another 30 minutes? Damn. This is going to take all night.

2:58 a.m.
<ring> <ring>
Fletch: This is Fletch.
Bondsman: You can pick him up now.
Fletch: Thanks.

3:30 a.m.
Let's go... Let's get this paper work filled out and move on... I can't believe this guy wants more references for Jonathan. He's got family listed. He's got me and Nate. This is Jonathan. He's no flight risk. Hell, with only a couple of exceptions, his circle of friends doesn't extend far beyond the state lines.

3:45 a.m.
We'll be making DWI jokes for a while. Why? Because we stayed up all night to bail his ass out. Would I like it if my friends joked to me about my DWI? Probably not... But I'd let it slide if it meant they sprung me from jail and picked me up from some seedy bail bondsman's office at 3:45 in the morning.

This is what I lacked in high school... friends that would bail me out of jail... Not that I needed any of those sort of friends, though.

3:55 a.m.
I wonder if me and Jonathan standing here in the dorm parking lot trying to joke about this is the right things to do... Would I want to joke about it if it had happened to me? Is Jonathan going to dwell on this too much like he does some other things? I hope not. Maybe joking about it is good. No, I know its serious... but it's over and done with... he's gotta find ways to move on.

5:09 a.m.
I can't believe I've spent an hour writing this... and I'm not real sure how well the finished entry will read... I'd like it to be a reflection on the things I was thinking throughout the night instead of the commentary I usually give -- you know, the stuff I was saying in my head all along. I dunno. I can't think about it now. I've gotta get some sleep. Maybe those naps were a good thing, afterall.

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