ok so here i am at the concert. now take in mind that given the choice between meeting jesus and al....well i think that al would come first (not that i necessarily believe it jesus but you get the picture) so its been 15 years of straight worship of this man and the day arrives. Of course when i started out i was much younger and would have jumped in the pit....so the night of the show...AL HIMSELF walks over to me and of course in rage for the whole 15 years i have been waiting to finally see him live I jump up onstage and I grab him like a mad woman. It felt good...I have the AL of my childhood dreams in my arms....then i feel the security guys grab me as I knew they would. Of course they can't take the expierience from me. No one can. Anyway in all the years and all the shows I have ever attended you jump on stage....they put you back in the crowd. NO.....not this show the one show i have waited to see for 15 years and the policy is up on stage..out the door. So I start crying....now it doesn't take much for me to cry. I am a woman and I hate to say it but I figure I can work this situation and maybe the tears will get me some sympathy and I can go back in. I start pleading! Oh no though they are not buying this. So me being the size I am I grab ahold of something and it takes 4 guys to pulling oh so gently for me to finally get to the door. Next thing I know though...2 of Phoenix PD's worst are grapbing my wrists and twisting like a bitch! At this point I realize I am not getting back in the show and I start pleading to let me go back and get or tell Saint that I am out of the show. Oh no they will have none of this too...

So now here I am with 2 of PPD on me and twisting the wrists and I am a bit buzzed and alone in a neighborhood where its just not nice for anyone to be walking alone. So I sit down on the steps and the PPD assholes let go of me and are standing there talking. I figure I am going to walk to the nearest circle k and make a call. So after thinking for a minute, it starts to occur to me just how far from Al I am at this point and I start crying even worse. Not able to stand one more minute of listening to the show I have waited 15 years to see I start to get up and walk to the nearest Circle K. Well at that minute what do you know the PPD are back on me again! They start the now familiar twisting and I start walking and they are walking with me and we are all yelling at each other (me of course to leave me alone and let go of me) and them threatening to take me to jail if I don't calm down! Hmmm but I am thinking if you just let go of me I will calm down but then again who are we talking about here?? After about 20 feet I got really irritated and stopped walking. At that point I yelled at them "Look Mother Fuckers, let go of my wrists right now!" Of course as all cops are they didn't appreciate that comment and I was getting that close up look at the pavement with a knee in the back and one arm being cuffed and well the other arm sort of popped after an incredible pain and I could feel a hand in my hand although as I touched this hand I could not feel it and my arm was at my side wasn't it??? Whose hand could this be? well time for the right arm to investigate this strange hand and well as the fingers moved the left hand felt them move...and then the sickening awareness that it was my hand and the arm was broken and I start screaming that they broke my arm. Of course the cops immediately start getting their stories together and saying that I attacked them and resisted arrest. Now I know that it took a lot of security to get me outside but there was still that hope that I could get back in. Now when PPD grabbed me that hope dissolved and I knew I was leaving. I would have left peacefully. So they finally call the paramedics and when they got there I frantically started telling them what happened. The cops are denying it and saying their own story and to take me to county. Now I have been to county and I have even worked there. Not a nice place to be especially when in custody. I started begging not to be taken there and as I was put on the stretcher the last thing I heard from the PPD was "hahahahah you are under arrest you are going to county hospital" . Funny thing is I have not heard from them since, I was not read my rights until in the hospital and had a shot of morphine (oh yeah!), and in the morning I just got up and left...hmmmm

there is my story hope it's not too long but i had to get my side in.