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Waiting,
waiting and more waiting to see what you’re really in for; no pun intended. I
remember when I got arrested I was not thinking of the extent of what was to
come. Reality hadn’t set in yet. I was busy soaking in the whole process of
being processed. I started to get sober
and then I knew this was not going to be enjoyable. I had no idea…. I had acquired
sprained or bruised ribs beforehand and was very uncomfortable. Oh well; get
over it! The next day, they had to transfer me to a different county about an
hour or more away. So goes the whole process again. My new home, county jail!
If I remember right I spent 6 months in county or more. I try not to think
about it.
“THE SCENERY IS AS SUCH AS TO BANKRUPT THE LANGUAGE” (Reader’s
Digest)
Welcome to the
world of gray. I was taken to “the pod”
to be stared at and judged by all. By then I was starting to feel the effects
of no chemicals in my body. I was
getting Sober! SON. OF. A. BITCH.
EVERYTHING'S. REAL. With my hurting ribs
I was blessed to get the Top
Bunk. Not funny! Nothing like trying to jump up on a top, hard
bunk with no sheets, no pillow, just good ole gray plastic, afraid that you’ll
step on the Bunkie below, whom you know not.
Please let it be someone nice.
Hey Readers of
One Flew Over The Chain-Link, let’s
play a game? During the time you were on
“vacation” how many Bunkies did you
have? Let’s count and compare.
They say
variety is the spice of life. It did keep things a little more
interesting. This is a good game to play
when you’re about to be released and you’re in THE WAITING PLACE. (refer to “Oh,
the Places
You’ll Go!” By Dr. Seuss)
I do have to
say most of my Bunkies were very bearable, save one who I will make a whole separate
post on later, Momma Rosa. (stay tuned)
Some were very near and dear (for a minute)
but all were a teacher one way or the other and most were not to be trusted. This you found out too late, all part of the
learning, ha! It’s so nice to be able to laugh about it now.
See you all
again soon.
Luv, Top Bunkie
Alida Joyce Hughes Died Feburary ninth Twenty Thirteen in Saint Davids Az She lost her identity and had nothing left to believe in
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