The ride through the barricades was pretty much without incident. If you don’t count the number of times we were asked why were leaving the city, where our official papers were, how many times I was tasered and the fact that I still have no clue what the hell her name even is.

What I do know is: after a lengthy nap and waking with a pounding headache (which being damn near electrocuted will do to you) we were about 350 miles from the West Virginia state line. I was still in the back of a patrol car, had a hand made quilt over me and there was conversation coming from the front of the car. Not a good sign. I opened one eye. Another head in the front seat.

Daylight. More pain. I winced and brought my hands to my head in an effort to hold my brain within my skull. Unfortunately, my movement caught the attention of the new head. “Ah, good morning sunshine!” A man. Great, competition, as if I really needed any.

I tried to sit up. “Woah dude! You don’t want to do that yet.” He boomed.