If you were going to prison for 35 years and had to report in the next 6 hours what one of these would you do?

From the otherside wrote:

I certainly didnt have 35 years hanging over my head but I got caught up with 5 misdemeanor arrests and plead out taking two of them because i didnt have enough money to go to trial. Attorney said i could win all my cases because they were all total and complete BS but that wasnt the way the world works. You need money to go to trial. So i was put on 12 months of probation which was more BS. Even though alcohol or drugs had absolutely nothing to do with my arrest it is somewhat of a mandatory thing to dish out sentencing along with other kinds of $200-$400 classes mandated to boost the county revenues.

My 24 year old probation officer treated me like I was a gang banger. Nope. Just a college kid at a renowned university. But that didnt stop her from sending police to my apartment, classrooms and work to check on me. I was always so embarrassed by these surprise visits. Pretty mich traumatized by it because I never did anything that bad. I was eventually revoked from my probation on a technicality. I moved down the street from my old apartment but didnt check with probation/parole first. I didnt know I had to.

The jail system let me out early because part of the condition of my jailing was to let me out for school. When jail administrators eyed up what happened, what was going on in my life and learned who i was and what i stood for, it was clear i was incarcerated for the wrong reasons.

Just over 2 months after my early release, my 24 year old probation officer and her 27 year old wannabe thug supervisor were arrested and tried for possession and distribution of mid level amounts of cocaine with someone they were supervising. Both were fired from their positions. It was all over the media but my time and life spent in the clink were already gone. It "only" lasted 5 of 9 sentenced months but it still affects me daily. I was ripped off.

In any case, while I was a resident with the county I ended up in the makeshift hole. This was a 7th floor cell block that was just on 23 hour lock down. I went to the hole for refusing to be transferred to a different county jail because of the overcrowding. I was only 19 and hadnt talked to my attorney yet prior to sentencing.

So anyway, I was on the 7th floor. I looked out the window in my hour out of lock down and caught a glimpse of my favorite running route along a lakeside. It was a seemingly perfect October day. Other inmates in this makeshift hole were black. I was the only white one. They could tell i was smart so they asked me to talk about deep shit like philosophy, science and the meaning of life so they could sit in their cells and listen. Nothing else to do and I always needed practice with talking in front of a group. But one of them asked me what I was looking at through the tiny jail window that day and basically asked me, "What you thinking about?"

Bashful at first, I made a lot of disclaimers that they might not think it was "hard" or "tough" but I basically said I just wanted to be outside and go on a run along the lake.

Then after a brief silence a normally quiet but hardcore criminal from his locked cell came to the bars caging him in, showed his face a little and said, "me too man".

"Sometimes that's all you need to clear your mind."

So I'd say go for a run.

From the otherside wrote:

I certainly didnt have 35 years hanging over my head but I got caught up with 5 misdemeanor arrests and plead out taking two of them because i didnt have enough money to go to trial. Attorney said i could win all my cases because they were all total and complete BS but that wasnt the way the world works. You need money to go to trial. So i was put on 12 months of probation which was more BS. Even though alcohol or drugs had absolutely nothing to do with my arrest it is somewhat of a mandatory thing to dish out sentencing along with other kinds of $200-$400 classes mandated to boost the county revenues.

My 24 year old probation officer treated me like I was a gang banger. Nope. Just a college kid at a renowned university. But that didnt stop her from sending police to my apartment, classrooms and work to check on me. I was always so embarrassed by these surprise visits. Pretty mich traumatized by it because I never did anything that bad. I was eventually revoked from my probation on a technicality. I moved down the street from my old apartment but didnt check with probation/parole first. I didnt know I had to.

The jail system let me out early because part of the condition of my jailing was to let me out for school. When jail administrators eyed up what happened, what was going on in my life and learned who i was and what i stood for, it was clear i was incarcerated for the wrong reasons.

Just over 2 months after my early release, my 24 year old probation officer and her 27 year old wannabe thug supervisor were arrested and tried for possession and distribution of mid level amounts of cocaine with someone they were supervising. Both were fired from their positions. It was all over the media but my time and life spent in the clink were already gone. It "only" lasted 5 of 9 sentenced months but it still affects me daily. I was ripped off.

In any case, while I was a resident with the county I ended up in the makeshift hole. This was a 7th floor cell block that was just on 23 hour lock down. I went to the hole for refusing to be transferred to a different county jail because of the overcrowding. I was only 19 and hadnt talked to my attorney yet prior to sentencing.

So anyway, I was on the 7th floor. I looked out the window in my hour out of lock down and caught a glimpse of my favorite running route along a lakeside. It was a seemingly perfect October day. Other inmates in this makeshift hole were black. I was the only white one. They could tell i was smart so they asked me to talk about deep shit like philosophy, science and the meaning of life so they could sit in their cells and listen. Nothing else to do and I always needed practice with talking in front of a group. But one of them asked me what I was looking at through the tiny jail window that day and basically asked me, "What you thinking about?"

Bashful at first, I made a lot of disclaimers that they might not think it was "hard" or "tough" but I basically said I just wanted to be outside and go on a run along the lake.

Then after a brief silence a normally quiet but hardcore criminal from his locked cell came to the bars caging him in, showed his face a little and said, "me too man".

"Sometimes that's all you need to clear your mind."

So I'd say go for a run.

From the otherside wrote:

I certainly didnt have 35 years hanging over my head but I got caught up with 5 misdemeanor arrests and plead out taking two of them because i didnt have enough money to go to trial. Attorney said i could win all my cases because they were all total and complete BS but that wasnt the way the world works. You need money to go to trial. So i was put on 12 months of probation which was more BS. Even though alcohol or drugs had absolutely nothing to do with my arrest it is somewhat of a mandatory thing to dish out sentencing along with other kinds of $200-$400 classes mandated to boost the county revenues.

My 24 year old probation officer treated me like I was a gang banger. Nope. Just a college kid at a renowned university. But that didnt stop her from sending police to my apartment, classrooms and work to check on me. I was always so embarrassed by these surprise visits. Pretty mich traumatized by it because I never did anything that bad. I was eventually revoked from my probation on a technicality. I moved down the street from my old apartment but didnt check with probation/parole first. I didnt know I had to.

The jail system let me out early because part of the condition of my jailing was to let me out for school. When jail administrators eyed up what happened, what was going on in my life and learned who i was and what i stood for, it was clear i was incarcerated for the wrong reasons.

Just over 2 months after my early release, my 24 year old probation officer and her 27 year old wannabe thug supervisor were arrested and tried for possession and distribution of mid level amounts of cocaine with someone they were supervising. Both were fired from their positions. It was all over the media but my time and life spent in the clink were already gone. It "only" lasted 5 of 9 sentenced months but it still affects me daily. I was ripped off.

In any case, while I was a resident with the county I ended up in the makeshift hole. This was a 7th floor cell block that was just on 23 hour lock down. I went to the hole for refusing to be transferred to a different county jail because of the overcrowding. I was only 19 and hadnt talked to my attorney yet prior to sentencing.

So anyway, I was on the 7th floor. I looked out the window in my hour out of lock down and caught a glimpse of my favorite running route along a lakeside. It was a seemingly perfect October day. Other inmates in this makeshift hole were black. I was the only white one. They could tell i was smart so they asked me to talk about deep shit like philosophy, science and the meaning of life so they could sit in their cells and listen. Nothing else to do and I always needed practice with talking in front of a group. But one of them asked me what I was looking at through the tiny jail window that day and basically asked me, "What you thinking about?"

Bashful at first, I made a lot of disclaimers that they might not think it was "hard" or "tough" but I basically said I just wanted to be outside and go on a run along the lake.

Then after a brief silence a normally quiet but hardcore criminal from his locked cell came to the bars caging him in, showed his face a little and said, "me too man".

"Sometimes that's all you need to clear your mind."

So I'd say go for a run.

From the otherside wrote:

I certainly didnt have 35 years hanging over my head but I got caught up with 5 misdemeanor arrests and plead out taking two of them because i didnt have enough money to go to trial. Attorney said i could win all my cases because they were all total and complete BS but that wasnt the way the world works. You need money to go to trial. So i was put on 12 months of probation which was more BS. Even though alcohol or drugs had absolutely nothing to do with my arrest it is somewhat of a mandatory thing to dish out sentencing along with other kinds of $200-$400 classes mandated to boost the county revenues.

My 24 year old probation officer treated me like I was a gang banger. Nope. Just a college kid at a renowned university. But that didnt stop her from sending police to my apartment, classrooms and work to check on me. I was always so embarrassed by these surprise visits. Pretty mich traumatized by it because I never did anything that bad. I was eventually revoked from my probation on a technicality. I moved down the street from my old apartment but didnt check with probation/parole first. I didnt know I had to.

The jail system let me out early because part of the condition of my jailing was to let me out for school. When jail administrators eyed up what happened, what was going on in my life and learned who i was and what i stood for, it was clear i was incarcerated for the wrong reasons.

Just over 2 months after my early release, my 24 year old probation officer and her 27 year old wannabe thug supervisor were arrested and tried for possession and distribution of mid level amounts of cocaine with someone they were supervising. Both were fired from their positions. It was all over the media but my time and life spent in the clink were already gone. It "only" lasted 5 of 9 sentenced months but it still affects me daily. I was ripped off.

In any case, while I was a resident with the county I ended up in the makeshift hole. This was a 7th floor cell block that was just on 23 hour lock down. I went to the hole for refusing to be transferred to a different county jail because of the overcrowding. I was only 19 and hadnt talked to my attorney yet prior to sentencing.

So anyway, I was on the 7th floor. I looked out the window in my hour out of lock down and caught a glimpse of my favorite running route along a lakeside. It was a seemingly perfect October day. Other inmates in this makeshift hole were black. I was the only white one. They could tell i was smart so they asked me to talk about deep shit like philosophy, science and the meaning of life so they could sit in their cells and listen. Nothing else to do and I always needed practice with talking in front of a group. But one of them asked me what I was looking at through the tiny jail window that day and basically asked me, "What you thinking about?"

Bashful at first, I made a lot of disclaimers that they might not think it was "hard" or "tough" but I basically said I just wanted to be outside and go on a run along the lake.

Then after a brief silence a normally quiet but hardcore criminal from his locked cell came to the bars caging him in, showed his face a little and said, "me too man".

"Sometimes that's all you need to clear your mind."

So I'd say go for a run.