> If he sincerely wants to kill himself in his cell, all he needs to do is
> stick his head in the toilet bowl and drown.
I was in a padded cell in Santa Monica California. I was living at my girlfriend's place. I was leaving to go out and hit the night with friends when she said, "If you go out don't bother coming back." I left. I came back later and she was true to her word. She would not let me in. Finally she gave in only to put further demands on me, like, "Put that beer away and get in the bedroom." I refused. She said she would call the cops. I said go ahead. She did it.
The cops arrived and told me to leave, it was her place, the law was on her side. I told them OK. I left. But I went around the block and knocked on her door once again. She refused to let me in. She called the cops again when I tapped on one of her window panes and it broke. I knew she was serious, so I left. I went part way around the block, came back and scaled the side of the house up to the slanted roof where I laid till the cops arrived.
One of them saw me. I think there was a part of me that wanted him to see me. I had been drinking but was not blasted out. I remember pretty much everything. They told me to come down. They cuffed me and put me in the car.
"What are you taking me down for?", I asked.
"Disturbing the peace", the driver replied.
"Disturbing the peace. How is that possible? I didn't make any noise. Whose peace did I disturb?"
It was as if they steered me into that final comment as the passenger side cop replied, "You disturbed OUR peace", and I knew what he meant, making them come back twice.
Point is, I was not wildly drunk or challenging or obnoxious (that I recall), or uncontrollable or anything like that. I was actually quite sedate. They had me in a holding cell. Then they called me out and two cops took me down an aisle with cells on all sides to a room with a tiny window that slid open and closed on it. "Step in there", said the first cop. I stepped in.
"Now take off you clothes and kick them out here." I did as told. I had no idea what the deal was. I stood before them totally naked, then they slammed the door shut and closed the tiny window. The room was padded with vinyl. It was cold. Then I heard the air conditioning go on. It was brutal. I was shivering. I had to get down on my haunches. I tried lying on the vinyl but couldn't' handle it. I started yelling stuff, "Hey, what the hell as I doing in here?" and so forth, as all around me I heard the voices of other 'cons' yelling for me to shut the fuck up. Finally the cops came and got me and put me in a regular cell. I guess what they put me in was 'the cooler.' Remember old movies? "Be careful pal, or we'll put you in the cooler." I never knew exactly what it meant, always thought it was just another word for jail.
Anyway long story short - there was no toilet in that room. Good try on your part, but we're talking about no apparatus of any kind. Nothing man made. Only you and a cell completely padded. You want to die. How you gonna do it? I say it can be done but I'm not the guy who's going to prove it.