I was locked up in Cook County Jail (Chicago)...stayed two months till my family found bail money, went on trial and was found guilty about two years later, then thrown back in for two more months awaiting sentencing, then I was placed on probation and had to do community service.
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While I was in there, I whooped everybody's ass in chess though.
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Shit gets petty as hell when you're in jail. They let us go to commissary once a week where if your family sends you money, you can buys shit like regular soap and toothpaste instead of that hard shit they give you. You can also buy chips and cookies and stuff like that instead of eating the same damn balogna sandwich they give you everyday...lol. When everyone is stripped of their worldly possessions, those prison trinkets take on a whole new meaning. I've seen muhfuckas get their head busted over a honey bun. (not kidding)
Even though I wasn't in any gangs and was placed in maximum security (Division 10), I didn't have too many problems because I was one of the only muhfuckas in there who could read and write. So when folks wanted to write letters to their girl or their moms, I was everyone's best friend.
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