I've been locked up three times: once in Chicago (where I got the "Officer Koharsky") for running a stop sign I didn't see, having long hair, Oregon license plates and bloodshot eyes from driving 18 hours; once in New York, where I spent the night in the drunk tank; and once in Lake Oswego when I was seven. LO used to have an informal "scared straight" program where if a child shoplifted (I tried to steal Mentos from the old Swift Mart in Mountain Park), the parents could request that the child was taken to the LO police station and put in a cell until the parents came to pick them up. They should have called it "scared shitless" because it worked like a charm.