Never been in prison, thank god! I did spend the night in the Santa Monica City jail a very long time ago when I was just eighteen years old. It was memorable in a bad way, so much so that I'd never want to go back.
My friend and I were arrested on suspicion of grand theft auto. We were so naive that we asked for a cell together. The police laughed at us. I was put in with a fellow they said had stabbed someone. My friend's cellmate was an old drunk. I wore a large silver ring at that time. The damned thing was stuck on my finger. The cop said, "Better keep that thing hidden or your cellmate will cut your finger off to get it." I still have all my fingers. When I told them I wanted to call my lawyer, they laughed at me.
In the next cell the fellow was coming down off heroin. He alternated between being physically sick and freaking out all night. Off in another part of the jail, some ass-wipe kept calling for the jailer all night long. Needless to say my usual tactic of sleeping to avoid unpleasant experiences didn't work this night. Incidentally, the fellow yelling for the jailer was my friend who was a bit drunk himself.
The next morning the FBI showed up to talk to me. I was the one driving the supposedly stolen car. Apparently, the fellow who loaned me the car for the night had driven his girlfriend’s car out from the east and across several state borders making the theft a Federal offense. Needless to say, I took the FBI to the apartment where the fellow had asked me to drop him off the night before (he had picked up this gal and was spending the night with her).
My friend and I were released by 10:00 a.m. Feeling a little guilty about ratting out the guy who’d let me drive his girlfriend’s brand new T-Bird home, I took him some reading material. His girlfriend dropped the charges, flew out to California and got her car back. I’m not sure she wanted her boyfriend back although he was released.
Maybe every eighteen year old should spend one night in jail, if only to learn that it is no picnic and to never do anything to get them sent back. Once was all it took for me.