Do you know you have multiple warrants sir, throughout various counties?
OK, I have received 11 traffic tickets in the past TWO YEARS. I didn't even know it was ELEVEN. I knew it was a lot, but eleven? Two of them are for speeding, the rest miscellaneous and random Class C Misdemeanors for no seat belt, driving without a driver's license, expired inspection and registration and failure to appear were abundant. All but two, non-moving violations.
I didn't pay my tickets, with that said I had 11 warrants. Thursday at noon on my way to a business appointment/appraisal inspection I get pulled over by a Dallas Constable. FAST FORWARD> > > > > > > > > > My car was impounded and I ended up in Lew Sterrett Justice Center(City Jail) for TWO DAYS. It was a surreal experience, it kind of put some things into perspective for me. I mean.... true I went to jail, but I knew I was getting out. More importantly, I wanted to get out and never return to that COLD pissy grimey INHUMANE bullshit (BET I PAY MY TICKETS FROM NOW ON).
Some cats seem to have adapted to the system of temporary incarceration. I sat there zoned out listening to stories of robbery, drug addiction, homelessness, parole violations and domestic violence all the while thinking, "DAMN, MY LIFE IS NOT SO BAD". At one point some of the confessions captured my attention to a level of entertainment, in return the time went by faster. I am not saying it was enjoyable, I was in JAIL and there is nothing COOL about JAIL. Please believe I counted damn near every minute until I got out.....I mean minimum sleep, the joint was so grimey I couldn't.
FAST FORWARD> > > > > > > >I was released Saturday afternoon from Richardson City Jail after being transferred Saturday morning from "THE LEW" in Dallas.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention the 6 balogna sandwiches/no cheese I had to eat. That's all I have to say about that and my whole JAIL fiasco. Let's just say some things are best kept unsaid.
On a lighter note....
The funniest thought kept reocurring in my mind, AMISTAD the movie. "GIVE US, US FREE!!" It was hysterically funny to me, my "CELLMATES" thought I was crazy I'm sure. After like 12 hours in a holding cell without saying much I bust out laughing and couldn't stop. I'm thinking to myself, "Shit I want to go home. I am sleeping on a concrete bench when I have a CALI-KING at the crib...this is Un-American, I pay taxes." When the correction officers walked by my cell I wanted to bang on the double paned glass and yell ...."GIVE US, US FREE". Situational irony is something I find humorous and under the circumstances I couldn't help but make light of the situation.
What's in my pocket? A couple hundred bucks for my whip, auto pound business card, traffic tickets, receipts and my cell phone.
Personal soundtrack: WE MAJOR.....Kanye West. It's back to business as usual.
I didn't pay my tickets, with that said I had 11 warrants. Thursday at noon on my way to a business appointment/appraisal inspection I get pulled over by a Dallas Constable. FAST FORWARD> > > > > > > > > > My car was impounded and I ended up in Lew Sterrett Justice Center(City Jail) for TWO DAYS. It was a surreal experience, it kind of put some things into perspective for me. I mean.... true I went to jail, but I knew I was getting out. More importantly, I wanted to get out and never return to that COLD pissy grimey INHUMANE bullshit (BET I PAY MY TICKETS FROM NOW ON).
Some cats seem to have adapted to the system of temporary incarceration. I sat there zoned out listening to stories of robbery, drug addiction, homelessness, parole violations and domestic violence all the while thinking, "DAMN, MY LIFE IS NOT SO BAD". At one point some of the confessions captured my attention to a level of entertainment, in return the time went by faster. I am not saying it was enjoyable, I was in JAIL and there is nothing COOL about JAIL. Please believe I counted damn near every minute until I got out.....I mean minimum sleep, the joint was so grimey I couldn't.
FAST FORWARD> > > > > > > >I was released Saturday afternoon from Richardson City Jail after being transferred Saturday morning from "THE LEW" in Dallas.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention the 6 balogna sandwiches/no cheese I had to eat. That's all I have to say about that and my whole JAIL fiasco. Let's just say some things are best kept unsaid.
On a lighter note....
The funniest thought kept reocurring in my mind, AMISTAD the movie. "GIVE US, US FREE!!" It was hysterically funny to me, my "CELLMATES" thought I was crazy I'm sure. After like 12 hours in a holding cell without saying much I bust out laughing and couldn't stop. I'm thinking to myself, "Shit I want to go home. I am sleeping on a concrete bench when I have a CALI-KING at the crib...this is Un-American, I pay taxes." When the correction officers walked by my cell I wanted to bang on the double paned glass and yell ...."GIVE US, US FREE". Situational irony is something I find humorous and under the circumstances I couldn't help but make light of the situation.
What's in my pocket? A couple hundred bucks for my whip, auto pound business card, traffic tickets, receipts and my cell phone.
Personal soundtrack: WE MAJOR.....Kanye West. It's back to business as usual.
posted by RE@CH at 4:36 PM
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