Thursday, May 17, 2012


Now that we have the whole Chris saga out of my system, it's time to get down to it and talk about prison. As always, we are going for 100% honesty, even though it sucks for me sometime. You have to take every step on your road right?

Before I was sentenced last July I was a hot mess. Guess how I handled it? I started drinking again. A lot. I was panicked. I can be a bit of a control freak and I was getting ready to hand over my life and hope that everything worked out for the best. I have never done well with leaps of faith.

July 15th dawned bright and sunny. I woke up, was with Chris one last time and put my son on the bus to summer school. For my last meal we went to Cracker Barrel and I attempted to eat a country fried steak. I was so freaked out that I could barely chew. We didn't say much to each other. I think that I knew deep down that this was the end though I was in denial about it for a long time.

I had to be at court at 11:30, so naturally at 10:00 I decided to drink. I made the excuses, "I'm going to prison anyway, screw it!" As you can imagine, by the time I made it to the courthouse I was lit. I kissed Chris goodbye and walked in to face my fate.

It was kind of a blur. I sat there shaking as the judge read all of the sentencing details to me and then I was DOC property. I was handcuffed and led across the street to the county jail. Oddly enough the guard who escorted me was someone that I knew from high school. He said, "Your drunk aren't you?" I rolled my eyes and replied, "Well, obviously!"

So I spent my first 5 hours of incarceration shivering on a concrete bench and sobering up. I'm lucky that I didn't get a PI charge on top of everything else. I think that the guard figured that I was going through enough. I thank him for that here because he has been one of my longtime readers. I appreciate you letting that slide dude.

Once I was stone cold I was taken to the shower room, made to use this nasty delousing shampoo and dressed in a green jumpsuit. They handed me a 3 inch long toothbrush, a tiny bar of soap, toothpaste and scratchy towels and bedding. It was all packed in my tote and I was marched back to pod A-3 which was to be my home until I was transported to prison.

I walked in, ignored everyone and collapsed on my metal bunk. All I could think was, "Well, at least I don't have to dread this anymore. Only 314 days to go."

As always, thanks for listening and God bless!

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