LostTheories
You know your life is taking a turn for the surreal when you chart out how one will spend the months to come in jail.
You know your life is taking a turn for the surreal when you chart out how one will spend the months to come in jail.
Spending New Years Day in a 6' x 9' cell made me realize that the stretch of tunnel between Clybourn and Clark is no place for an "adventure," and a flute of champagne is no friend to half a fifth of gin.
I found it cruel that they neither supply pillows nor offer massages in jail.
Odd how when I was released from jail, the slammer seemed more like home than my permanent residence ever had.
My rapist went to jail and was released early for "good behavior.".
It constantly amazes me that every single day it takes me a few minutes post-waking before I realize that my father has been dead for almost 2 years and my mom is on her way to jail for prescription fraud.
And so, seven hours before going to VietNam, I went to jail instead for smoking weed grown from seed smuggled back from VietNam.