Jail Stories

two separate overnights and both deservedly.

First was a hell raising night through Hotlanta. Unfortunately we crossed an off duty cop who called in backup. We were stupid. He nearly shot us because he thought it was racial (him black and us white) Fortunately (?) we had messed with plenty of caucasians who filed charges also.

Welcome to Fulton County Prison. A single cell with a mattress akin to the comfort of a straw welcome mat. Cold and no blanket. 'Breakfast' looked like a turd which I was encouraged to eat. Forget it. Then they opened our cells. Me and one other trailer trash guy along with 26 black guys. Funny thing was that after I shook the trailer trash the bro's all wanted to talk about how to plead their case with me.

Weird.

The second was unusual in that a women was in the group cell with us. Holy shit man. She stands to piss.

2 somewhat linked episodes, 6 years removed

21yrs old in NYC on St Patricks Day. Kicked out of college and lost my wrestling scholarship. I neglected to attend classes in my alcohol and drug infused state.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1hnwvWhbJw

Drunk (surprising) and I punched out a car window to sleep somewhere. The cops woke me. They put me on the trunk of the car but they couldn't break me down. Trouble. Billy clubs broke me down. Great pics. In jail I was handcuffed in a crucifix position in a group cell after breaking a guys nose for annoying me.

Clean and sober. 6 yrs later in Myrtle Beach doing the car crawl checking out the ladies. With a fully stopped lane of cars, I jumped out to say hello to some girls and see if they wanted to meet. A cop in a golf cart arrests me and off to jail.

During the processing all I could think was 'this isn't like NYC'

At the last stop was a sign WE DON'T CARE HOW THEY DO IT IN NYC

I laughed out loud.

Got a DUI in rural Mississippi a few summers ago. I blew a .098 and the legal limit was .08. The Mississippi Highway Patrol officer was playing some kind of old-school gothic chamber music in his car as he took me to jail. The people on the CD were chanting and whatnot. It was pretty ominous sounding and I gathered that he was trying to frighten me. When the song ended, he pushed the "back" button on the CD player and the song started over. Eff him. Once they gathered all my information, took my mugshot and gave me some jailhouse scrubs, they put me in my own holding cell. The holding cell was a concrete room with a toilet and a 2-inch concrete step, on which I had to put this hard plastic mattress they gave me. The cops left the light on in my cell all night, so I didn't sleep a wink. Also, the other inmates were hollering well into the night. I heard them bring another drunk guy in and he was griping about not having a proper place to take a dump. It was kind of entertaining. But with no clocks or windows, and the lights on all night, I almost went crazy trying to guess what time it was. In the morning, they asked if I wanted breakfast, but I thought I'd have to go into the general population, so I declined. I ended up getting a bail bondsman to cover my bail with a promise that they could take me straight to an ATM upon release and I'd pay them back (none of my friends answered their phones all morning). We did all that and then the bail bondsman gave me a ride home. I had to get a ride later in the day to pick up my car on the side of the highway. From that point on I've never messed with the Mississippi Highway Patrol.

I forgot about the mindless crazy noises and sensory confusion. Lights etc

You're lucky. I spent another 150 for the impound on my car. Not a time in my life that I could afford it.

Growing up is bumpy for some of us. Good old alcohol.

Delaware state pen. After I got out, I kept my prison ID. For fun I would use the ID to get into bars. Some bouncers got all worked up, some wouldn't let me in, some bartenders wouldn't serve me, etc but in the end I would get my way because it was a gov't issued ID. The staff would watch me like a hawk and thought I was some badass or troublemaker.

30 days confined to my parents house with an ankle bracelet. Passed the time playing blackjack on the computer. Some guy didn't pay his debt when I won, so I sent him a link to some gay porn.

Got wrongly convicted of murder. In prison I tunneled through a wall and crawled through 400yds of sewage to freedom after a 20 year stint.

I once went to jail

I toured the prison you were in a couple of years ago. Must have been rough.

Andy Dufresne wrote:

Got wrongly convicted of murder. In prison I tunneled through a wall and crawled through 400yds of sewage to freedom after a 20 year stint.