Marchman Act/ Nude Beach/ Arrested in Miami

It's been a wild and interesting week, to say the least. I fell asleep on the seawall/bike path in Key West. I awoke to 2 Key West police officers. They asked me if I wanted to go to jail or get Marchman Acted and I replied, "I'll take Marchman for two hundred Alex". So I got to the lovely Monroe County jail, conveniently located next to KOTS, BTW, and once inside the facility, the cop on watch asked me if I wanted help and I said , "Yeah, I want help" About an hour later, they told me it's time to go, I got into a car with 2 people with cages on the window and a pillow in the back seat. I fell asleep not knowing exactly where I was going. I woke up at the Guidance Clinic in Marathon, a place I have been to once before. They checked me in and I stayed there for 3 days. I was willing to quit drinking. I was looking for long term rehab, hoping they could find me a place to go. There were already 2 people in there waiting for a space for long term rehab. One was there for 3 weeks. So I figured I would inquire about long term rehab after the detox like they were waiting for. But the counselor basically wanted to send me back to KOTS which I didn't understand. That wasn't going to change my ways and I thought (wrong) since the other 2 people were waiting for rehab beds, I could too. There were plenty of beds and space available at the Guidance Clinic. But they just sent me on my merry way. I knew if I left the detox without going directly to a rehab facility that I would go to the first store I see and buy beer. Period. And that's exactly what I did. I decided to make my way back up to Miami Beach.




I heard there was a clothing optional place at Haulover Beach, north of south beach, I took the bus to check it out. I was scared to take my shorts off at first then after a few liquid courage beers, I actually got naked. Which was a freeing experience and apparently legal. The crowd was 97% guys which was not comforting. I continue not to be gay, which there is nothing wrong about being gay, hell my brother is, but I just don't roll that way. But I have to tell you it was a swinging dick, sausage fest. I managed to find a couple of hot chicks to sit around. I rather have chicks look at me than guys. I guess it's just my straight side. These girls, I would guess, were strippers. They were hot and naked. One had both her nipples pierce and the other one had tattoos and both smoking bodies.



After that, I usually sleep in the park between Ocean Drive and the beach, some call it Lummus Park and I never had a problem with cops there. They would come by about 6 AM on their ATV's and just tell me to get up. But on this particular night, I had a cop shine his flashlight in my eyes. I ignored it and acted like nothing was wrong. I've had it done before with no problem. But they walked up to me and asked me for my ID. I gave it to the cop. I had been drinking Keystone Ice that I put into a bottle which was a fruit/vegetable 46 oz bottle that had a label which covers up any color of liquid that it contains. The cop told me to put my hands on the palm tree and I heard them rustling around inside my bag. I knew I was busted. After 10 mins, the cop put the handcuffs on behind my back. I was thrown into Miami Beach jail. Holding cell freezing cold. Then I was transported to downtown Miami via a claustepohbic van from Miami Beach with 5 people next to me. That was the worst part of the whole escapade. A picnic bench with enough room to put your feet and that was it. The Cuban guy next to me started to freak out and I just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. We finally got to the hell hole after a long booking process they put us in a holding  hot as hell cell sweating with 40 other motherfuckers that had 2 mice and a few cockroaches. They would feed us some sweaty ass green baloney that I wouldn't eat so I fed it to the mice that came running out of the hole. One of the brothas' saw me do it and gave me shit. I laughed and he said why you still laughing? I put on my serious face. The guy before me was an old Jamaican black dude that could barely walk and they took his cane from him. He was in for panhandling and he had 700 dollars in 7 crisp one hundred bills in his property check in. Un fuckin believable. By the time court came, which since I was booked after midnight I had to wait another day to see the judge which meant more time in the holding hell hole with all these other mother fuckers. I finally got to the 2 floor and was fed a real meal which consisted of a chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes, still a far cry from sweaty green baloney and cheese. I went to sleep and woke up to court call. When I went to court, it was a very long, hurry up and wait process. When my name was finally called, I didn't even make it up to the podium and the judge said, "Kevin Sanders, drinking in public, case dismissed" After I FINALLY got my property ie. ATM card ID, it took 2 hours after being released out of jail. I took the bus back to my hometown of Marathon, where you can drink in public, back to square one.
The Miami Beach police told me not to come back for 2 weeks as they were doing a sweep on Miami Beach.











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