So, I admitted to my probation officer that I have been smoking a lot of pot lately. He bluffed me one day, so I caved.
Anyway, I had to spend the weekend in jail. It wasn't bad at all.
Since I recently did a 6 month stretch, the whole staff remembered me and was cool to me. I got to go in one of the back rooms with Mrs. Coker, who takes care of the intake. I saw a big bill board with all of the pods and a picture of each inmate. I got to choose which one I got put in. Totally player. I looked at A7 pod, and it had a lot of empty beds, and younger looking folks, so I chose that one.
My bunk mate kind of had an attitude at first, meaning he prolly was tank boss. He wanted to trade my breakfast cereal and milk for some coffee, and I respectfully declined. He was obviously trying to hustle me and I did not cave in to his trick. I talked a lot about drugs, which kinda of made me have some cravings, as well as detailed drug dreams. One of my bunk mates told a story about how one of his ex girls prepared a shot of meth for him. After injection, he started to feel really weird. That is because she put some kind of blood pressure pill in his shot. Pretty messed up but we got a laugh out of it.
I started working on my med-pass hustle. Everynight, certain inmates get their medication passed to them. That is usually where I come in. I drew one of my bunk mates an envelope (art hustle) and I was able to get my hands on a Seroquel. Not the best I have done, but it was enough to make me pretty much sleep the entire weekend away.
Well they woke me up today around 4:30pm saying I could get my shit together and go. I talked with one of the workers whom I know from my previous stay. He was showing me these bracelets that an inmate didnt want. One of them said "fly above haters" and it reminded me of bluelight, since there are so many haters on here. He let me keep the bracelet.
So, it wasn't that bad.
Anyway, I had to spend the weekend in jail. It wasn't bad at all.
Since I recently did a 6 month stretch, the whole staff remembered me and was cool to me. I got to go in one of the back rooms with Mrs. Coker, who takes care of the intake. I saw a big bill board with all of the pods and a picture of each inmate. I got to choose which one I got put in. Totally player. I looked at A7 pod, and it had a lot of empty beds, and younger looking folks, so I chose that one.
My bunk mate kind of had an attitude at first, meaning he prolly was tank boss. He wanted to trade my breakfast cereal and milk for some coffee, and I respectfully declined. He was obviously trying to hustle me and I did not cave in to his trick. I talked a lot about drugs, which kinda of made me have some cravings, as well as detailed drug dreams. One of my bunk mates told a story about how one of his ex girls prepared a shot of meth for him. After injection, he started to feel really weird. That is because she put some kind of blood pressure pill in his shot. Pretty messed up but we got a laugh out of it.
I started working on my med-pass hustle. Everynight, certain inmates get their medication passed to them. That is usually where I come in. I drew one of my bunk mates an envelope (art hustle) and I was able to get my hands on a Seroquel. Not the best I have done, but it was enough to make me pretty much sleep the entire weekend away.
Well they woke me up today around 4:30pm saying I could get my shit together and go. I talked with one of the workers whom I know from my previous stay. He was showing me these bracelets that an inmate didnt want. One of them said "fly above haters" and it reminded me of bluelight, since there are so many haters on here. He let me keep the bracelet.
So, it wasn't that bad.
