My night in jail

"Why does my head hurt so bad" I think as I start to come to. I wake up more and become more aware of my surroundings. The cot I am laying on is harder that a rock. The room is cold from the concrete walls surrounding me. The lights are so unbearably bright that I can not see much, even though squinted eyes. Eventually my eyes adjust to the light so I can see where I am at. I look around to see that I am in a jail cell filled only with the cot I was sitting on, a sink, mirror, and a metal toilet. I stand up and walk over to the mirror and see that my head was wrapped up in bandages. I freak out not knowing what happened to me. I yelled for help but no one responded. So there I was stuck in a jail cell with no memory of what happened or any one to help me figure out what happened last night. I sit down on the cot and I felt my pants tighten up. I released that my pocket were full. I emptied them and examined the objects. There was a pen with what seems to have a restaurant or club name on it, my cell phone, my wallet, a name scribbled on a piece of paper, and an extremely expensive looking ring. I look at these objects with confusion. "What kind of night did I have?" I ask myself. I pick up the pen first reading the name on it. The pen read Tin ‘n' Lint. I have never heard of that place in my life. there is no place near Defiance with remotely the same name. That made me think of another question, Where exactly am I? I then pick up my phone and see I have one percent battery left on my phone. Wanting to figure out what happened last night I open the browser and Googled the name of the club the name. Results came back the first link saying that Tin ‘n' Lint is in New York. As soon as I read that the screen went black. "I'm in New York?" I ask my self 'How did I even get here?" Next I looked at my wallet. nothing important seemed to be missing.  My I.D. and credit cards, were all there but I was missing some cash.I must have been drinking last night too I thought. Next I looked at the piece of paper. It has a name written in cursive on it. I couldn't read the name on it but it was followed up by #12. I wonder what that is supposed to mean? Finally I pick up the ring and examen it. When I realized what it was I was in shock. The memory of last night flooded back in. What I was holding was a Green Bay Packers Super Bowl ring. What happened that night was that I had meet Arron Rodgers at the Tin ‘n' Lint being a huge fan I go up to him and strike a conversation with him. I ended up getting his autograph and he let me try on his Super Bowl ring. However he had to leave out of the blue and forgot his ring. I tried to find him him to return the ring but he was no where to be found. however some police officers were able to find me. They yell at me to stop but in a panic I started to run but before I could get any where I slipped on some ice and landed on my head.  All the mysteries were solved. Where I was, what happened last night, why my head was wrapped up, and even what I was doing with a Super Bowl ring. Shortly after, Arron Rodgers and an officer arrived and let me out. He explains that everything has been explained and you are free to go. I handed Aaron his ring back and left to go home.