The following story is something very personal that has changed my life completely (in a positive way) & I’d like to share with everyone. I want to show people that we all make mistakes but it’s what we do after that proves who we are. This will be broken up into four parts: THE MISTAKE, 17.5HRS IN JAIL, THE CONSEQUENCES & THE NEW ME.
So I made “THE MISTAKE”. I’d been arrested and was now walking through the door and going to jail. I didn’t have a chance to look around because an officer was already yelling at me “HANDS AGAINST THE WALL, SPREAD YOUR LEGS” I obeyed and he patted me down. He asked me if I had any illegal possessions on me or in me, I told him I didn’t, he then asked me to go sit on a bench on the other side of the room.
I was in line to speak to the city jail counselor. It was finally my turn she asked me a few questions. One of them was: “Are you Gay, Bisexual or Trans-gender?” I thought WTF why do they need to know that? I guess my face expressed that because she then told me they needed to know so they can keep me separate from the general population for security purposes if needed. I answered “YES” she than gave me a pink wrist band (how discreet).
I was then told to wait in line to take my MUG SHOT. I thought okay let me try to look cute, because I know I look like shit (it had been a long night already). It was my turn the lady said take off the glasses, I wanted to ask her to give me a minute but nope to late SNAP.
I was then escorted by an officer to a bright blue room. He let me know we were being recorded. He read me my Miranda rights & then asked me to do the same 3 field sobriety test that I was asked to do when I was arrested. I asked him if I had to do them & he said no, so I didn’t do them. He then asked me to blow in a breathalyzer to get my BAC; I asked him if I had to, he said no, so I didn’t. This time however he told me if I refuse to blow my driver’s license would be suspended. I didn’t care I wasn’t going to incriminate myself because I knew even a few hours after my arrest I would blow WAY over the legal limit.
So then the officer escorted back to the main floor he checked my rest band and said one second. As I waited I saw him take all the guys from one of the cells and place them into the other two cells that were already full. He then put me in to the empty cell. I had the entire cell to myself, so I of course made myself at home. I laid across the bench and kicked my legs up until I was allowed to make my phone call.
A few hours later I was finally allowed to make my phone call. I kept thinking I don’t want to call my parents I want to call my sister Cecy (the one I live with) but thanks to cell phones the only phone # I know by memory is parents home phone #. So I had to call my parents collect. I called and I was hung up on, of course I would my dad always told my mom to NEVER take collect calls. I tried a few more times and finally my mom answered. This was our conversation:
Me – “Mom it’s me Jaime, I need you to call Cecy &…”
Mom – “Jaime why does keep saying you are calling me from jail”
Me – “Mom its because I am in jail”
Mom – “OMG JAIME DID YOU KILL SOMEONE?”
Me – “OMG MOTHER NO but mom listen I need you to call Cecy and tell her to bail me out. I need to get out of here”
Mom – “Jaime are you okay… What happened?”
Me – “Mom yes I am okay I’m just in jail, I didn’t hurt anyone but I don’t have time to explain. Please call Cecy to get her to bail me out.”
Mom – “Jaime what happened?”
Me – “Okay mom the officer is making me get off the phone, I have to go.”
So I was sent back to my cell. Shortly after they started lining us all up; we were being transferred to the actual city jail. Thanks to my pretty pink wrist band I got my very own jail cell. I had no clue what floor we were on, I do remember though that across from my jail cell there was an open window and I can see the traffic pass by & a clock (the one above). The clock was big in on some building. I looked at it and it was only 9am; that clock would haunt me the rest of my time in there.
As I waited alone in the jail cell I would sit down for what seemed to be an hour. I would get up to look at the clock and not even 5 minutes had gone by. Time was at a standstill, I hated that damn clock. I would get up and pace back and forth. I was exhausted but couldn’t go to sleep I couldn’t believe I was in jail. This place was disgusting, dirty and filthy. I had a MILLION thoughts running through my head. These are just a few:
“Wow Jaime you really fucked up this time.”
“God please get me out of here tonight I don’t want to spend the night here.”
“God if you get me out tonight I’ll never drink again. Ok wait no, I’ll never drink & drive again.”
“I would have never thought I’d be the 1st one in my family to go to Jail.”
“So this is what it feels like to be caged up like an animal.”
“God I don’t belong here look at these people, I am so sorry.”
“Okay I am getting my life back together. I am going back to school to finish it and I am going to start saving money to buy my 1st home at 25 like I had always planned.”
“I don’t care about the Britney concert just get me out of here.”
“Jaime what have you become?”
“Jaime you have to change…”
Those are just a few thoughts, I started turning against myself. I felt so helpless and just couldn’t believe that I was in there. I just kept pacing back and forth looking at the damn clock. Finally noon rolled around they brought us lunch. Lunch consisted of beans, a bologna sandwich and a small orange juice. It looked disgusting; I wasn’t even hungry I just let it sit there.
I felt like I had been locked away for days when it had only been hours. I kept thinking why would anyone commit a crime this is fucking horrible. Finally around 3pm my gate opened and my name was called; I couldn’t believe it I thought I was free. The guard came and let me know I had a visitor. I thought to myself I hope it is not my mom, I would not be able to look at her from behind the bars. Thankfully it was Cecy; I hadn’t cried at all but when I saw her I got tears. She looked at me and said “Jaime STOP IT you are in jail” I laughed. She let me know that she posted bond for me and I should be out in a few hours. I thanked her so much for taking the day to deal with this. She asked how I was doing and we chatted a little bit. Our time was over I was being sent back to my cell.
I made it back to my cell and was a bit more optimistic. I still had a MILLION thoughts running through my head. I just kept pacing back and forth all I could think of now was getting home taking a shower and going to sleep.
Finally about 17.5 hours later my gate was opened and my name was called. An officer came to my cell and let me know that my bond had been posted. I now just needed to go through the exit requirements before being set free. I thanked God and made my way through all the paper work. As I left I was handed papers with details of the incident and instructions on what to do next.
As I walked out I found my sister waiting for me. I gave her a huge hug and thanked her for everything again. It had never felt so great to be outside and free or so I thought. Yes, I was out of jail but it was now that the nightmare began. I still had to pay the consequences for the mistake I made. I will write about the consequences on my next post “The Consequences”.
The feelings I had while locked up in jail had to have been some of the worst I have ever felt in my life. I didn’t go to much into detail on some of the other things that I thought because some I would just like to keep to myself. What I find funny is one never imagines spending time in jail but when it actually happens its nothing like we see in movie or on TV.