Finally fell asleep. That whole day was tiring as all fucks. It’s still seeming like a bad dream. Im just hoping when I do wake up im finally in my bed. I was in a “holding cell” with 10 other clowns. Giving 2 blankets and dassit.
There was no beds. They really has us sleeping on the floor. THE FLOOR.
Most used one blanket for a pillow and the other to cover themselves. This shit has to be illegal. Ten dudes in a holding cell sleeping on the floor. YO.. im in there for a suspended license. I’m not a fucking criminal yo.
I wake up to guards and other inmates talking. I learn its breakfast time. I also find out its 5am. We all line up and get served these trays with “food” on them. Its a boiled egg, grits.. some cake like slice, an empty cup and some powered drink. That shit is so fucking nasty. I attempted to eat some of the food but I just could not. At the same time.. I’ve seen too many prison movies. Especially “Life”. I give up my cake or cornbread today.. im some inmates bitch tomorrow. Fucks that.. I tossed that shit in the garbage.
The battle of personalities in that place was major. Dudes really wanted to stand out. It was a constant competition in who could be the funniest.. loudest.. tell the best “outside stories”.. in a nutshell.. it was like twitter. A lot of people new each other. I guess like minds hang out?
Retail theft and child support were the most common offenses I heard folks were in for. Whats interesting too is that Wayne County (mostly Detroit) rarely comes to other cities to pick up people for warrants. I would imagine that could be a piece of the puzzle as to why Detroit finances are the way they are. Small piece perhaps.. but a piece.
Later in the afternoon.. i wake up to seeing another dude being put in out holding cell. Black dude.. mid-twenties I would guess. He sits next to me and is mumbling to himself. I also notice his tattoos. He has a crown over each eye brow. Then, in between his eye brows.. he has Marvin the Martian tatted. After that.. just random music symbols tatted on his face.
I learn that he was in for going to McDonald’s and busting out one of the big windows. and waiting for the police to come pick him up.. Yeah. he keeps getting up and down pacing around the holding cell. Now, its really no room to be walking around with all of us in there. He’s stepping over folks and all that. He picks up a pencil and grips it hard. I just knew at that point he was gonna shank someone… and I was WAY too close. It really wasn’t no place to go really. I just hoped like hell he didnt chose me. This is my thing: Folks with face tattoos cant be trusted. Its in the rule books. I seented it.
I lay back down.. totally glued on this fool. I refuse to die in jail to a nigga that has Marvin the Martian tatted on his forehead. Im tired and sleepy. My side is killing me from laying on the floor. I had prayed to God asking him to get me out of that place.
20 minutes later, the guard calls my name.