As for the collar bone

It's probably the most boring story I could ever tell.  I went out across the Mississippi River one night with my girlfriend.  She and I were having lots of fun until someone arrived.

Both of us avoided him (he was her ex-boyfriend and unstable to boot).  I knew that with a sociopath in the room, it was my time to head out of there.  But, as it happens, I had to use the men's room.  So I took care of myself, opened the door, and to my surprise I was immediately punched in the jaw by some weasely looking man ten years older than me.

I walked up to Tanya (my girlfriend) holding my jaw.  She asked what happened and I said "Well, a friend of ours just acosted me in the men's room".  The most seriously she had ever looked at me, she said, "I'm going to teach that f*cker a lesson."

"No!", I cried, and began pulling her towards me.  Tanya would not budge.  Holding her arm, and coming close to Tommy I unleashed all my rage, all that he had thrust upon me, upon Tanya. Fight after unrequited fight.

He threw me to the ground and I heard a familiar wet snap.  My collar bone had been broken and there was nothing I could do but lie there, using my left hand to try and free myself.

Finally I was free, minus my glasses, but free.  Whimpering, and in total dissarray, the police showed up.  Fine with me, I only defended myself, right?

Right?

Police brutality never ends, especially for the innocent.  Three small-town officers were up my throat within a few minutes.  Me being a bit emotional, all I could think of was to call my parents; my father especially because he was a lawyer (though only practising in New York and New Jersey).  Dad said he couldn't help me because he was not learned in napoleanic code, and as i started begging and crying, the impolite police officer's took me in.

I knew my Miranda Rights and accepted them, but the brutality did not stop.  With an obvious droop, and a consitent pain in my right shoulder, the tall skinny officer took me not to a hospital, but chose to ignore the problem, though the pain from an unwarrented injury was obvious.

The one officer who actually did recognize me, though I would not have expected it that night, was the one who fingerprinted me years ago for the United States Merchant Marine Academey.

To be continued tomorrow: