Well, it was Good Friday 1991.Dark memories for Bresker. I used to take a lot of acid because I couldn't drink alcohol due to a kidney problem. I went to the Limelight about 10 years ago, met my dealer there and asked him for a couple of tabs. He told me that he had some but he had received a few complaints that his gear was a bit weak & not producing the required effect. So I took 5 of them. This was about 10-0. Suddenly at 10-30 pm the lights when on in the club, and the bouncers started chucking everyone out. I hadn't realised it was Good Friday & cursing myself for forgetting I went up to Botanic station to catch the train home.
At this stage nothing was going on trip-wise so I thought my dealer had been bullshitting me. I got on the train and started the journey home. Then about half way thru the trip started to take effect. You know those patterned covers they have on the back of NIR train seats? I started staring at the one in front of me and it was melting, fading, breaking up into patterns.....
After that my memory starts to get a bit hazy as I went completely off my head. I started to walk home but then doubled back into Bangor. Nearly everything was shut, but Kentucky Fried Chicken at the bottom of mainstreet was open. I ran in and started yelling "Greeny grows them! He grows the best!" Don't ask me what I was talking about. Then I tried to get into chipper but the doors were locked, so I banged on the windows and yelled at the staff to let me in. After this I think I wandered up & down High street yelling thru the letterboxes of deserted shops. Then I turned my attention to the few cars parked on the street, and I went up to each one and bent its aerial round or snapped it off. I was in the process of doing this to a car outside a Chinese takeaway when the delivery driver came out, told me it was his car & asked me to stop. I responded by grinning maniacally so he went inside and phoned the peelers.
What I think took place next was this. I sat quietly in the Chinese waiting for the cops to arrive, but when I saw them coming I ran off in the direction of Main Street. The cops followed, but went they stopped ahead of me I turned tail and ran back to High Street and into the Chinese. Cops being lazy bastards they didn't chase me on foot, but got into their car and drove. As Bangor is on a one-way system they had to drive right round town to get back to the Chinese. This would have taken a few minutes. Unfortunately in the meantime I had gone completely crazy. According to witnesses I tried to grope the girl serving behind the counter, and had shouted abuse at the only customers in the shop, two inoffensive wee lads who I later learnt were absolutely shitting themselves, perhaps understandably as I'm a big fella and back then I had long hair and a big beard.
The cops pulled up outside again and ran in to get me. There was a cup of hot tea on the counter and I flung it at them but it missed and put a big hole in the restaurant window. The cops then dragged me out & threw me in the back of their car. The restaurant owner says I was putting up a good fight and kicking out at them. They then drove me around the corner, out the back of Woolseys, and laid into me with their truncheons, all three of them. When they finished took me back to the station and started trying to question me. About ten of them crammed into the interview room. It must have been a quiet night and I was the entertainment. I wasn't scared though cos I was completely out of it. They made me take off my belt and hand it over (so I couldn't hang myself in the cell?) and I pulled down my trousers and flashed my arse at them and said "I'm being fuc*ked by 10 policemen" Some of them laughed but some of them insulted me & threw me down on my chair. Then I started going on about the Royal Irish Constabulary & how they were the forerunners of the RUC & how they should still be called that. I must have rambled on about all sorts of shite like that but I can't remember half of it. I made a couple of valiant efforts to escape by getting up and running down the hall but about 6 of them jumped me & dragged me back.
After about an hour or 2 a doctor turned up and I can remember him looking very worried, he said I had to go to hospital. He didn't say anything to the cops but I don't think he approved of the way they were treating me. While waiting for the ambulance they threw me in a cell. I was still completely off my head & in my addled state I though they were going to come in and kill me. My brain started thinking about Roman prisoners about to be thrown to the lions in the arena and how they would masturbate to get one last pleasure out of life so I took all my clothes of and started w*anking! The cops then hurled abuse thru the door and turned the lights off. Now I started really shitting myself, wailing & crying. I thought they were going to gas me to death as I had recently watched Schindlers List & it reminded
me of a scene in that. Next thing the door opened and my dad was there. The cops had called him. I stepped out, stark naked, and hugged him & said "I love you Dad." He told me he loved me too, the only time I can remember him saying this.
Then the ambulance came and took me to Dundonald hospital but all the beds were full so we had to get back in and drive to the City. I spent 3 days in there with concussion.
When I got out me, my mum and dad went down to the station and I made a full confession. They charged me with criminal damage but I paid the restaurant owner for the damage & it never went to court. My mum gave the peelers dogs abuse calling them thugs and cowards. It turned into a slanging match between my mum and this arse*hole sergeant. He started off saying he never touched me but then admitted it & defended himself by saying he had spent 20 years in W. Belfast and all he knew was violence, so he had to look after himself!
I don't bear a grudge for the peelers, its hard job & I was a right c*unt. The only thing that does disturb me is that they would probably treat a violent mentally ill schizophrenic the same way.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
and has far more experience in these things than many of us here. But I don't have a dick so dick-sizing is lost on me. 