There is a flippin’ sweet website that I read about called Courthouse Confessions. Steven Hirsch, a photojournalist, interviews cats on their way out of the courthouse. He posts a picture of the defendant, and a narrative of the events (in their own words), leading up to, and following, their arrest. I can sympathize with this fella’s plight.
My name is Mark Mark Mark. I was walking down Ludlow Street and uh I guess a Police Officer who I’ve had interactions actions with in the past spotted me and followed me about four or five blocks, uh watched me take a pee in an alley in some garbage, in the rain and then followed me another two blocks and then put handcuffs on me and then took me to jail for which I spent twenty hours in a holding cell.
Twenty hours in a thirty man cell, it’s freezing cold for taking a pee when there’s no public restrooms available is pretty bogus. I think if you’re going to arrest someone for having to go to the bathroom you should maybe provide public toilets. I’m from San Francisco, they have pay toilets there at least on the street. There’s no business that will open their restrooms to non paying customers. So if I don’t have five dollars to buy a sandwich and I have to go to the bathroom I guess that means I’m going to go jail.
I was going to say I watched my urine get washed away in the rain as my handcuffs were being put on me, it’s pretty ironic, you know. my crime was erased and I was going to jail for a few hours, twenty hours. A dog can take a pee and I can’t. I guess they have more rights then I do. Right. I’m watching a cop ride a horse taking a dump that I got to ride over on my bicycle and I can’t take a piss on a pile of trash. You know. Fuck.
The homeless in NYC are pretty much SOL when it comes answering nature’s call. I reckon that is why a lot of those cats make water in their britches – to avoid incarceration. Mark Mark Mark has a point about the copper’s horses though.
Please don’t forget the homeless – Mad DC Cabbie