Probably not long enough.
You need some better friends.
One of my best friends since junior became a deputy for the local Sheriff's Department when we were in our mid 20's.
We stopped being friends when he told me the story of Joe.
Joe was a well-known drunk; fit the picture perfectly, he was in his 50's about 5'8" and probably pushed 155-165 lbs. Because of the many nights he spent in the drunk tank (public intoxication) he got to know many of the policemen and Sheriff's Deputies quite well. They knew a lot about him from the stories he would tell in. In particular, he was proud that when he was younger he was a Golden Gloves state boxing champ.
These pigs, including my friend, thought it would be funny to kick the shit out of a drunk guy, so they devised a clever plan. Knowing that everything in the jail is taped and archived, 3 of them went into the cell with Joe and started some friendly conversation.
As they were talking, one of them says "Hey Joe, didn't you used to be a pretty good boxer when you were a kid."
Joe perks up and slurs, "Yeah, I was pretty good in my day."
Cop retorts, "Hey Joe, show us your stance."
Joe, all common sense wiped out by alcohol, complies thinking it's just a friendly request and receives the beating of his life. Ended up in the hospital for X-Rays and stitches.
The cops get away with it, because Joe made a threatening stance and it was caught on tape to prove it.
My ex-buddy just thought that was the funniest thing he'd ever witnessed and told the story like it was some great accomplishment while four of us were golfing. None of us hang out with him anymore. We'll make casual conversation with him if we bump into him in a store or something like that. But he and his other cop buddies make me sick and I would rather defend myslef and let the streets go lawless than have people like that protecting me.