15 miles…
Being arrested in jail was new to me; I was charged with escape as a result of arriving nearly three hours late. After realizing I was not sober it was a short stay in the processing portion of the jail, fortunately all my profile information was stored on site. I had arrived at the detention center after leaving twelve hours before for a day of manual labor at a country club, on a work release program. I had been discharged from work at 1000, and not having to report back to jail until 1600 I would proceed to a bar. i got to a point where I had no ride back to jail from the bar. That’s when a former inmate would grab me and was willing to drive me some of the way. I had thought that the fifteen mile walk would sober me up; so I got dropped off multiple exist ahead of where I needed to go. Upon arrival I will be given a breathalyzer, and after I failed the demeanor of all the officers turned negative. I was placed in lock-down and was going to remain there until I saw the commissioner.
Seeing the commissioner at the Laurel station meant that I would be transported from jail to the station by a policeman. My bail was set, $1,000.00, and I went back to jail. Sitting in lock-down, where release from a 5X9 cell occurred for one hour every day, for a week, bail unpaid, and now my release date had been pushed back five days. (Five days earned off the sentence for good behavior) My bail review occurred about this time, and that would take place via satellite. I responded to the accusations by saying, “How did I escape if I walked back here?” and the bail was reduced by ninety percent.
On the morning of the fourth of July, my original release date, I would be visited by my mother. During the visit I would inquire about the bail. She had not seen to it being taken care of. So I pleaded until she said she would take care of it. Sitting in my cell, hours since my visit, I would hear the guard call my name. That meant that I was to gather my things in preparation to fuck’in leave. It was Independence Day in more ways than one!
I would venture to a few cookouts before ending up at a boys house who had not seen me for awhile, I had been locked-up. It was not long before he was asking me to leave, him and friends. I did not know how many of them it would take to kick my ass, but I knew how many there were! I had been dropped off there, and that meant a fifteen mile walk home. I was upset, pondering as I walked the many ways in which I would take my revenge.
Next, I was passed by a police car, the beers I was holding ended up in the woods, and I would continue walking in the direction I was headed. Pulling alongside me I would be asked what I was doing. “Walking”, was the response I would give. The policeman would then offer me a ride home, and being more than fifteen miles from my house, I obliged. As I got in the car I would notice that the policeman was the one whom transported me from jail to the Laurel station. He was aware of my recent lodging arrangements and did not hassle me.
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