Dear Friends,
On 5/19/11, I had to get arrainged on the charge of domestic violence. This was pretty much bullshit because there was no violence and all hype. I spent the night in county jail just to get out of the house and also to let this situation cool down. When I was in court, I was happy to just get out and move on with my life. However, I later found out that my past was finally coming to haunt me. On 5/20/11, I was on my way to a place I never wanted to be at. I avoided going to the county where my son and his mother live at. To also deal with the debt of child support, the lack of parenting on my part and also just flat out avoidance on my part to not be a real father. I was going to Sanilac County Jail and all I could do was pray and hope to see the outside.
As I was on my way up to jail, the guy that came to get me from Sanilac County was basically being a dick. He was insulting me, dogging me, and being a dick to me because I was not being a father to Austin. The truth is that he’s a representative of the state of Michigan and all he and the state wants is the debt from Marie (baby momma) having Austin and also the bills from his birth. I had to hear from this guy that I’m a bad father and I need to take care of my son. Some of what he said was true but the last thing I want to hear is someone telling me that. I also did not think I should have done any county jail time because of missing a court date or even owing money. People own debts but going to jail over them is a silly thing to me. As I get to the jail, I was unaware that I would have to do 30 days. However, I used the knowledge of that plus my new found freedom to make some changes in my life. I have never been in jail before. I don’t know the routine of giving up my possessions or anything like that. I wasn’t scare but I kept saying that I will be out soon. My life was changing for the worse right now. No freedom! I was an inmate of Sanilac County. I had nothing but their uniform and an assign bed. I hated what was going to happen but had to slowly live with what was going on.
On 5/23/11, I woke up after sleeping in a holding cell for close to 36 hours on and off. I was transferred to a cell of 30 men. I was midnight and most of the inmates were sleep. I was lead into the cell and shown my bunk. I slept in bed nine and I also got my prison id. The next few days are kind of a blur because Friday turned into Saturday then Saturday turned into Sunday then etc. My life for the next 30 days consisted of these series of patterns: Up at 5:30am, eat breakfast, then nap until lunch, then eat lunch, then nap again, back up in time to eat dinner then stay up until 9pm. My day in jail was 12 hours long. Mostly I slept for the other 12 hours. No outside, no fresh air, no freedom. I hate that my life stopped for those 30 days.
Now I originally wanted to write about all 30 days of what I experienced but most of it is a blur and the rest I want to forget. However, my thoughts were focused on my mother, my life after this experience, and moving on with my life. Also, I experience an empathy that moving on is better than focusing on a life that I will not go through again. I am making up for time lost because of my mistakes with two females: Andrea the whore and my baby momma, Marie. I will say that I am focused on my life and what’s to come in my life. With that said I will only say that county jail is not a joke and time to change my life and work with others. I will write about two things that got me through jail: DEFY and HOPE. That will be later but that’s all for 30 Days of Hell.
Eugene Chandler III
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