Ok, so.....Friday night i had a few vodkas at home and took the dog and my gf's car who was away for the weekend and went down for a spin, got lost and stopped next to a guy to ask for direction to go back home, he clearly was a crackhead and was talking 243 words/minute or maybe 241, so left him and made a right turn, 5 second later a police car is suddenly behind me, weewa weewa, hmmm. The officer came by claiming i made a wrong turn when i asked if there anything wrong "officer" and then almost automatically he asked what was i telling that crackhead, i said i'm lost and need to go back home, the mofo smelt vodka and the fuckin pigs cuffed me (they were 2) and i'm arrested ! Now my dog and my gf's car, registered under her mom's name were being taken away and my girl was in fuckin' N.Y for the weekend!! Hmmm...breath analyzer and shit and had a zip-lock with residue of weed, really ridiculously little amount that wouldn't even make a decent hit from those tiny pipes they sell as key chains! In the morning i'm sent to fuckin jail, because there was no one to come bail me!!! and since its the weekend so the court was gonna be on Monday, i was in a weird daze, not even thinking yet about my Sub doses, which were about 1mg/day, THANK GOD about that!!
Saturday morning, instead of going home, im taken to jail, given an orange overall, told to strip naked and wear it, given 2 orange T-shirts and 2 pairs of boxers and 2 socks and a lame blue shoe. All my phone numbers are on my mobile that has been confiscated of course already with the rest of the stuff and the clothes you came in with, so cant call a lawyer and my freakin gf is in NY!!! freakin bad luck. SHIT!!NO BAIL, NO ANYONE, FUCK IM IN A REAL JAIL FOR THE 1ST TIME IN MY LIFE!!! After all the coucou stuff i'v done growing up, im in jail for DUI, especially that it's After relocating for a fresh start and getting away from my 10 yrs relationSHIT with heroin, well i gotta be honest here it was a beautiful relationSHIP for 2/3 years, not more for sure

when we were doing it every friday for example but that honeymoon doesn't last long as we all know here and even the not here....Anyways, the nurse is a 65 yr old Eastern European who while entering the jail gave us little sticks to pee on, me and my "inmates" . Five different little plastic squares and when u pee each turns into a specific color...Until today, didn't know if that would find the xanax i had (from earlier) and the weed and the booze, or was it for diseases, All i remember is that my 3rd square was purple, unlike everyone else. I'm such a newbie in all this and actually don't ever want to know anything more about prisons, really "Au revoir et merci" as the Frenchkissers say.
A few times i heard "CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE" on the speakers that are everywhere by the way, meaning a fight is breaking and you see the guards running towards a specific area...And the fights are FREAKIN' FIGHTS! I heard from my cell mate about a guy getting hit by 3 huge black guys for example after having his eyes covered with toilet paper so they can't see anything and dragged from the neck to the showers where the guards cant hear shit and the camera is too far. Another getting his face open with a piece of glass a few steps from his cell door (my Yugoslavian cellmate) So actually you can get killed and the guards might not find out until the morning when the doors are automatically open. Thank God i didn't witness a murder or something, apparently they banned the weight training because inmates were killing others while bench pressing!
I'm sitting now in my room after 6 days being in jail with people who still have to wait for 41 MORE FUCKIN MONTHS!!! And 6 days went like a lifetime to me.
My 1st few hours there when i was "checking in", I 1st spoke to the nurse about Subutex and she never heard of it before, i dont know why since its her only fucking job, educate yourself "Nurse." And Bupes have been there (Canada and the whole world) for quite a few years now!! I even wrote it down for her from behind the bars, "Buprenorphine and here in Canada u got Suboxone that i hate and gets me headaches" i slowly said; felt like a school teacher trying to explain quantum physics to a 6 year old and i know she has no clue but doing my best. Didn't want to be in jail for God knows how many days AND to be withdrawing too...hmm...not a very romantic image huh! The Sweating and the Diarrhea in JAIL! Plus, it would have been my 1st time to really spend a few days without Subutex since i started it seriously 6 months ago, and all i heard about its WD's is through here and was actually expecting a lot worse.
Anyways to cut the story a lil shorter, the nurse passes by at 7 pm and what did they have for me in those lil plastic cups, Librium and Tylenol, i looked at the guy nurse and said i take a very strong opioid called Subutex and what will Tylenol do to me?! "Oh please, is that Tylenol with codeine at least? No that's just Tylenol!!" Really u fuckers, smiled at me like a "you're in jail and these things are written in bloody forms and according to the doc and the doses and blablabla!! Yes and he looked and said ok i'll double dose you, and through the metal bars, he gave me another one Tylenol like he's doing me a favor, and disappeared into the night, oh and yes you had to swallow the pills they give you in front of them, yeah, that's another important rule there, and i think we all know why!
I heard that there are drugs there too, and methadone is only given to inmates who are already on it, of course i didn't know that piece of info until it's too late when the doc saw me on my 2nd day and said that he knew what suboxone was, i was impressed and proud of him! But said we don't have it, so my happiness was just gone in seconds. My next dose was changed to be 2 Librium (mood stabilizer) as the funny old doc explained to me and clonadine (my 1st time to take Clonadine, i even got confused and asked is it Clonazepam, and he said no. Anyways, i surprisingly did very well without Subutex and didn't even take a shit until after 3.5 days when i went to court and at some point in a room by myself, asked for some toilet paper and got out of my peter the biggest doodoo i think i have ever proudly produced. I usually go every morning, so all these days without doing my number 2, i don't think my stomach will forgive me easily for those few days... The food was a constant reminder i was in jail, man, had to eat and the guys save stuff for the night hunger and trade them as i'm still not really thinking about those munchies or shipsee's (sp?)
And surprisingly, i was relatively ok, and used to sleep okish and take those 2 doses a day, this was the only human thing that was in the whole lock up thing, and i could see the methadone guys running to the door when the nurse arrives at 7 pm, while in the morning they pass by when ur inside ur cell and make u take it and swallow it in front of them, a nurse and a security guard....and by the way, what a miserable job that is huh!!! A security guard in a jail, like fuck your life, really!! Some got attitude, others, but very few got a sense a humor that i used to enjoy and even thank them for it and share a smile. I think it was a defense mechanism that i unconsciously used while trying to find any positivity in the whole fuckin' ordeal, even if it's 3 second smile.
And females guards too yep! Canada the Great, i was handcuffed and uncuffed by a ratio of 2:1 Men : women, so they were all around in prison and in court which i had to visit twice since no1 came to bail me out that 1st day and we went in dark boxes, cuffed to 6 more people in a metal compartment inside the car, to and from jail and the court, i did it twice.
When i finally got to the court and saw the judge and that bizarre lawyer of theirs that whispered to me:"ok, so you have someone to pay your bail? Said yes, but my phone is in jail and they wont let me get the numbers from it since the only numbers i know by heart in the whole damn country is my gf's (since i just moved) and she was coming back from NY after the weekend, plus there are no mobile phone calling or 3 ways from jail, so what to do!! Really!?!?
Fuck i got it out all on you guys, i don't know to say sorry for being so long, but this is my story and i'm sticking to it
Spent the whole morning with lawyers on the phone trying to get a lawyers specialized in Driving under the influence, I spoke with 1 for 1.5 hrs told him all details possible, even my dose of Subutex and when did i take it that day and my plan for tapering, really, confessed almost everything, and what did u eat for dinner that night, and how long have u been driving before u got busted, and...anyways you got the message.....i'll go smoke my 2nd joint in 6 days, the 1st is what made me write all this, but i'll tell u the rest of the story tomorrow, if i still have the energy i hope.
Once again, writing is therapeutic for me, and wanted to share with you specially the meds system in the Canadian jails, maybe my little story here make someone's stay more enjoyable if he/she wasn't such a 1st timer like myself . Off for cooking a steak and hope all is progressing well and kids, please stay away from jails
PEACE.....I think that's my biggest post since i joined BL, gotta read it 1st before posting, i'm sure that this 1st j has some effects on my writing and of course my 1st dose of Subutex too. Did i mention that this is the 1st time i don't smoke up for 6 days in a row since 1997! Hmm, maybe i did deserve those few days after all, hmm.....Good Night all