From Jail to Jesus and Back Again




• You thought you were going to enjoy the Indian summer breeze. You thought, wow, this is a nice autumn day. The wind was blowing through your hair as you were cruising down the road. You never thought in twenty minutes you were going to get escorted by Chattanooga's finest, right to the asshole of Hamilton County. That is jail. Ugh.
  
  You said you were never coming back. But that's just become a mantra, a déjà vu ferris wheel with shiny bars in front of your window. It's not just the boredom that kills you. Time begins to transform into something holy and precious, like blood, once you realise it's being taken from you. It's being sucked out of you second by second.
  
  You are told when to eat, and when to sleep on the cold concrete floor without a blanket or pillow, piled into a small room with forty other people.If you're lucky you won't be next to the silver toilet in the corner of the room, where everyone can see you do your business.
  
  Finding someone in jail with an IQ over 90 is like discovering Jesus. You will latch onto them. Yes, it doesn't take long to realise you've fallen down the rabbit hole right to the very bottom of the gene-pool barrel. It's painful. You thought you were going to catch up on some classics. You were going to finally read that novel by Dostoevsky. You can't. It's too loud. You're lucky if you get a dog-eared pulp novel with half the pages missing!
  
  But if you like chess or checkers, or spades you're in luck!!!!
  
  I will contnue more later. But as you all know, Im back and enjoying my freedom at home. Even being able to drink a nice cup of real coffee has been like a religious experience. Okay, I'm out for now.