Dear Friends,
If you are reading this entry, then I am not in jail or gone away again. On June 27th, 2011: I had to go to court over the bullshit that had to do with Andrea and the so called domestic violence. Now I am not use to going to court over anything like this. I was not scared but anxious and hoping to get this shit over with. As I got to court, I was hoping to avoid an actual trial. I did not want to have to deal with people accusing me of being an abuser. I do have a temper but I don’t hit anyone unless provoked. So while waiting for court to begin and hope I don’t end up back in jail. My prayers were answered somewhat. First, I got in line to see the prosecutor. Then I got to speak to the prosecutor and we came up with a decent and hopefully a quiet ending to this bullshit that was caused by Andrea the whore.
I can honestly say that I not a fan of the legal system. I am not a fan of how the state of Michigan and also some counties do things. I am not going to go into details again about my experience up north but in Monroe County, it is not a great experience. I feel like my time in Monroe County is up. I got my associate’s degree and met some great people but time to move forward and on. My experience of going to court made my decision to move on an easier one. Standing in front of the judge and thanking god that he was not going to throw my black ass in jail was something of a nail biter. My fate is in the hands of the parole board and hopefully after some anger management classes, I can close the door on this bullshit saga with Andrea the whore.
So for now, I am blessed that I get to see the sun and feel the wind. I can’t get a break from these women that want to hurt me and mess with my life. All I can do is give it to God and hope for a blessing. My life this summer is hell because of two females that has nothing better to do but hurt me. I do also feel that karma is coming to bite me in my ass. I need to do something to balance karma and make things right. I also want to move on and be happy finally. I should be enjoying the summer and having fun not going to jail and going to court. My graduation was overshadowed by going away to county jail and also going to court over a fast whore. However, I will get through all this and more because I know in my heart that God will bless me tenfold. Just like Job, I will get all that I lost and more back in return. There is more to come but that’s all for now.
Eugene Chandler III
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Summer Showdown: Real Time vs Jail Time
Dear Friends,
Time can be a fickle thing. Time is linear but it is also nonlinear. I use to take time for granted. Something I learned while I was away was time can also be your enemy. Something as simple as 24 hours is different depending on your situation. When you are young, time goes by fast but as you get older time can slow down. If you are locked up or somewhere that restricts your life, then time is slower than a turtle.
Before I was sent away, I use to have ways to kill and make time go faster. People do things to distract the mind so time can go faster. While people wait 45 minutes to get a pizza, we tend to watch TV or play games. People do something to make time go faster and the mind rush through that point of life. When I was shipped off to do my time for child support, time for me stopped. I am use to seeing a clock and knowing what time of the day it was. I also could establish that by looking at the sky. However, when you are locked up that will not work. In jail, my day was basically 12 hours long most days. Most days were basically a schedule of hell. Get up at 5am, Eat at 5:30am, and then stay up from 6am to 11am. Lunch is at 11:15am, and then stay up from 12noon to 4pm. Dinner was at 4:15pm. Once dinner ended at 4:30pm the day was over. Most people slept 12 hours straight. I tried not to at first but later adapted in order to keep my sanity.
Once I got out and saw the world again, time became a luxury I wanted to have back. Some people can be lazy and let time slip passes them but I embrace time and make the most of it. That’s something I thank god for was that time was on my side again. I will say even a dying man cheat time to see another day, hour, second or moment of life. All these men that get convicted and locked up don’t see what I saw: time is a gift that should not be abused. As I wake up this morning, I thank god for seeing another sunrise and another day beginning. So for now, I will tell all of you that time is a linear thing but it is also something we take for granted until it is taken away from you. There will be more to come.
Eugene Chandler III
Time can be a fickle thing. Time is linear but it is also nonlinear. I use to take time for granted. Something I learned while I was away was time can also be your enemy. Something as simple as 24 hours is different depending on your situation. When you are young, time goes by fast but as you get older time can slow down. If you are locked up or somewhere that restricts your life, then time is slower than a turtle.
Before I was sent away, I use to have ways to kill and make time go faster. People do things to distract the mind so time can go faster. While people wait 45 minutes to get a pizza, we tend to watch TV or play games. People do something to make time go faster and the mind rush through that point of life. When I was shipped off to do my time for child support, time for me stopped. I am use to seeing a clock and knowing what time of the day it was. I also could establish that by looking at the sky. However, when you are locked up that will not work. In jail, my day was basically 12 hours long most days. Most days were basically a schedule of hell. Get up at 5am, Eat at 5:30am, and then stay up from 6am to 11am. Lunch is at 11:15am, and then stay up from 12noon to 4pm. Dinner was at 4:15pm. Once dinner ended at 4:30pm the day was over. Most people slept 12 hours straight. I tried not to at first but later adapted in order to keep my sanity.
Once I got out and saw the world again, time became a luxury I wanted to have back. Some people can be lazy and let time slip passes them but I embrace time and make the most of it. That’s something I thank god for was that time was on my side again. I will say even a dying man cheat time to see another day, hour, second or moment of life. All these men that get convicted and locked up don’t see what I saw: time is a gift that should not be abused. As I wake up this morning, I thank god for seeing another sunrise and another day beginning. So for now, I will tell all of you that time is a linear thing but it is also something we take for granted until it is taken away from you. There will be more to come.
Eugene Chandler III
Summer Showdown: Defining DEFY and HOPE
Dear Friends,
While I was away, I came up with something that kept my mind clear and also made crystal clear sense to me. People come up with things, sayings and mantras that end up motivating not only the soul but the fire deep inside. I almost forgot about it once I did not need it anymore. I remember it now because I need it more than ever. So what is this mystery thing? Well it is actually two things: D.E.F.Y. and H.O.P.E.
D.E.F.Y. means do everything for yourself. For years, I have been letting myself go. I can love the world but I could not say I love myself. Something I read while away said that self love is hard to do because there are so many things that come between loving yourself and loving others. I think my reasons are more simple and personal. To love myself requires me to remember things that I don’t want to remember. Some of my best moments are suppressed because I did not like how it was done. I can love others whole heartedly but loving myself is harder because of the pressure I put on myself. D.E.F.Y. also came about from dealing with my ex and how much of a pussy I almost became. So for now, I am learning to love what I do and take responsibilities for my faults and mistakes.
H.O.P.E. means help others perform excellently. I use to do a lot of volunteer work in Detroit. I use to build wheelchair ramps, help Habitat for Humanity, help tutor kids, and a lot more. I stopped because my drive burned out. I also stopped because it was not fun to do it anymore. So I came up with H.O.P.E. because as I learn to love myself that I need to also help others. My problem is that I was never taught to be selfless. I learned that as an adult. I also learned to share my talents with others. So this is my way to help the community and also help myself learn selflessness. Ironic that the word and the acronym have the same meaning: to have faith in something aside from yourself.
Both these things I came up with are ways for me to get my life together. I was happy to get my associates degree in April. I finally finished something in my life. I defied the doubters and gave hope to my family and myself. So not only did I do those things but by creating these acronyms this is my way to continue my dreams and work on bettering myself. There will be more to come.
Eugene Chandler III
While I was away, I came up with something that kept my mind clear and also made crystal clear sense to me. People come up with things, sayings and mantras that end up motivating not only the soul but the fire deep inside. I almost forgot about it once I did not need it anymore. I remember it now because I need it more than ever. So what is this mystery thing? Well it is actually two things: D.E.F.Y. and H.O.P.E.
D.E.F.Y. means do everything for yourself. For years, I have been letting myself go. I can love the world but I could not say I love myself. Something I read while away said that self love is hard to do because there are so many things that come between loving yourself and loving others. I think my reasons are more simple and personal. To love myself requires me to remember things that I don’t want to remember. Some of my best moments are suppressed because I did not like how it was done. I can love others whole heartedly but loving myself is harder because of the pressure I put on myself. D.E.F.Y. also came about from dealing with my ex and how much of a pussy I almost became. So for now, I am learning to love what I do and take responsibilities for my faults and mistakes.
H.O.P.E. means help others perform excellently. I use to do a lot of volunteer work in Detroit. I use to build wheelchair ramps, help Habitat for Humanity, help tutor kids, and a lot more. I stopped because my drive burned out. I also stopped because it was not fun to do it anymore. So I came up with H.O.P.E. because as I learn to love myself that I need to also help others. My problem is that I was never taught to be selfless. I learned that as an adult. I also learned to share my talents with others. So this is my way to help the community and also help myself learn selflessness. Ironic that the word and the acronym have the same meaning: to have faith in something aside from yourself.
Both these things I came up with are ways for me to get my life together. I was happy to get my associates degree in April. I finally finished something in my life. I defied the doubters and gave hope to my family and myself. So not only did I do those things but by creating these acronyms this is my way to continue my dreams and work on bettering myself. There will be more to come.
Eugene Chandler III
Summer Showdown: Flashbacks To 30 Days of Hell
Dear Friends,
Well if you don’t know, I had to spend some time in jail over my son and his child support. I had to spend 30 days with other men in county jail up north. Since then, I have feared that I might have to go back for more time. I have tried to not think like that or hope for that to happen again. I am not a career criminal or someone that likes to go to jail for shits and giggles. While in jail, I was able to suppress my depression and also hold back my emotions. Since I been out, I have been trying to live life and do more.
So what is making me think that I might be going back to jail? I wish I could tell you. Someone people think I am being a drama queen because I went to jail but that shit is not fun or exciting. Jail of any kind is something no one wants to go through. I mean it was unbearable to deal with and losing your freedom is not something I want to go through again. I have respect for men that go to jail over smaller crimes. Any amount of time from your family and friends is not a good thing. I lost 30 days of my life that I cannot get back.
As I try to live a new life, I keep getting reminded of the past. I am tormented with things I am proud of rather than feel ashamed about. I am happy to let my miserable ex go. I am happy to not have to deal with her or her mother. I am happy to see my friends again, and also go out alone. I keep looking in the man in the mirror and keep making those hard changes I need to do. I am happy to do that but keep being reminded that I have so much to do before I can breathe easy.
My life was a series of issues and challenges that I either took care of successfully or failed miserably. Until 5/18/11, I could say I lived a life in obscurity. Now I live to see tomorrow and hopefully free from being locked up. That’s sad to say but it is true that I want to wake up on a bed not in a cell. For now, I fight my depression and hope that love will find me and keep me sane. There is more to come soon.
Eugene Chandler III
Well if you don’t know, I had to spend some time in jail over my son and his child support. I had to spend 30 days with other men in county jail up north. Since then, I have feared that I might have to go back for more time. I have tried to not think like that or hope for that to happen again. I am not a career criminal or someone that likes to go to jail for shits and giggles. While in jail, I was able to suppress my depression and also hold back my emotions. Since I been out, I have been trying to live life and do more.
So what is making me think that I might be going back to jail? I wish I could tell you. Someone people think I am being a drama queen because I went to jail but that shit is not fun or exciting. Jail of any kind is something no one wants to go through. I mean it was unbearable to deal with and losing your freedom is not something I want to go through again. I have respect for men that go to jail over smaller crimes. Any amount of time from your family and friends is not a good thing. I lost 30 days of my life that I cannot get back.
As I try to live a new life, I keep getting reminded of the past. I am tormented with things I am proud of rather than feel ashamed about. I am happy to let my miserable ex go. I am happy to not have to deal with her or her mother. I am happy to see my friends again, and also go out alone. I keep looking in the man in the mirror and keep making those hard changes I need to do. I am happy to do that but keep being reminded that I have so much to do before I can breathe easy.
My life was a series of issues and challenges that I either took care of successfully or failed miserably. Until 5/18/11, I could say I lived a life in obscurity. Now I live to see tomorrow and hopefully free from being locked up. That’s sad to say but it is true that I want to wake up on a bed not in a cell. For now, I fight my depression and hope that love will find me and keep me sane. There is more to come soon.
Eugene Chandler III
Summer Showdown: First Real Date
Dear Friends,
Ladies and Gentlemen: Would you believe me if I went out on a date? I have said many times that I don’t do dates but I figured I will change that statement. I will say that after this date, there will be many more to come. I also feel like this opens the door to make new friends and also become more adventurous. So you might be wondering how it went and if I could do this with other people or with the same person? Well we are about to find out.
First, I will never go out after working. I will thank god that I was still high on adrenaline. The funny thing is that going out on a date in or around Detroit is fun and challenging because of what events are going on in or around the city. As I left work and got ready to meet my date, I was getting nervous because I never went on dates. The good thing about this is that I knew the person. I think I could never do a blind date. I know how some females are to me. So after getting ready and also getting away from downtown Detroit, I met my friend and we began to drive to where she wanted to go for our date. Please note that because of my issues with that bitch (my ex) I am not looking for a booty call or a rebound relationship. I will get on that subject in my next entry.
Second, if you want to make your date happy then let her pick the place. So we went to the drive-in to see a couple of movies. Now I know you are thinking about the misconceptions of going to a drive-in movie but I wanted to see some movies. So as we get into the place, the first funny moment of the night happens: We get lost at the drive in. You might be wondering: how do you get lost at the drive in? Well it is easy when you can’t see signs and also can’t see borders. Once we got to where we needed to go, it was smooth sailing. Now you know I don’t mention names unless I have permission or they are no longer in my life. My date is not a new person but this person I have known since high school. Many stories of my date have been told in my blogs.
Third, if you want the evening to go your way then do everything you can to not make your date hate you. I say that because I think I listen to her stories and quirky comments. Most men don’t do that but I learned doing that throughout the years with many female friends. Plus since this is someone I have not seen since high school and even before our date, we been catching up on our life experiences. I never though I will say this but my date and I been through hell and back. We both been down and up in our lives. We spent most of the time talking instead of watch the movie but we were at the drive in, so we could see the movie again later. We both learned something about each other but we also clicked.
Now I am not an expert on dating but if the night is going great then the night will end on a high note. So we talked and ate some food. We shared and confessed. This is the part where things get heated. Now my date has these eyes that could melt ice. So looking into her eyes made me feel weak and vulnerable but she was feeling the same way. Our eyes locked and we ended up sharing a kiss. I was not trying to kiss her but shit happens. As we are kissing each other, something happened that made me feel better about my life. I let go of my ex and also let go of the pain of dealing with my ex.
The night was great and things were going great. We ended up watching the movie and also spending the night together. We also spent the morning going to the riverfront in Detroit and seeing the sunrise. As we watched the sunrise, we held hands and enjoyed the sun rising over the Detroit River. Watching the sunrise in Detroit is like watching life reborn. To do this with someone special is a blessing and a bonus. So there will be another date but for now, I am basking in the glory of this great day. There will be more to come.
Eugene Chandler III
Ladies and Gentlemen: Would you believe me if I went out on a date? I have said many times that I don’t do dates but I figured I will change that statement. I will say that after this date, there will be many more to come. I also feel like this opens the door to make new friends and also become more adventurous. So you might be wondering how it went and if I could do this with other people or with the same person? Well we are about to find out.
First, I will never go out after working. I will thank god that I was still high on adrenaline. The funny thing is that going out on a date in or around Detroit is fun and challenging because of what events are going on in or around the city. As I left work and got ready to meet my date, I was getting nervous because I never went on dates. The good thing about this is that I knew the person. I think I could never do a blind date. I know how some females are to me. So after getting ready and also getting away from downtown Detroit, I met my friend and we began to drive to where she wanted to go for our date. Please note that because of my issues with that bitch (my ex) I am not looking for a booty call or a rebound relationship. I will get on that subject in my next entry.
Second, if you want to make your date happy then let her pick the place. So we went to the drive-in to see a couple of movies. Now I know you are thinking about the misconceptions of going to a drive-in movie but I wanted to see some movies. So as we get into the place, the first funny moment of the night happens: We get lost at the drive in. You might be wondering: how do you get lost at the drive in? Well it is easy when you can’t see signs and also can’t see borders. Once we got to where we needed to go, it was smooth sailing. Now you know I don’t mention names unless I have permission or they are no longer in my life. My date is not a new person but this person I have known since high school. Many stories of my date have been told in my blogs.
Third, if you want the evening to go your way then do everything you can to not make your date hate you. I say that because I think I listen to her stories and quirky comments. Most men don’t do that but I learned doing that throughout the years with many female friends. Plus since this is someone I have not seen since high school and even before our date, we been catching up on our life experiences. I never though I will say this but my date and I been through hell and back. We both been down and up in our lives. We spent most of the time talking instead of watch the movie but we were at the drive in, so we could see the movie again later. We both learned something about each other but we also clicked.
Now I am not an expert on dating but if the night is going great then the night will end on a high note. So we talked and ate some food. We shared and confessed. This is the part where things get heated. Now my date has these eyes that could melt ice. So looking into her eyes made me feel weak and vulnerable but she was feeling the same way. Our eyes locked and we ended up sharing a kiss. I was not trying to kiss her but shit happens. As we are kissing each other, something happened that made me feel better about my life. I let go of my ex and also let go of the pain of dealing with my ex.
The night was great and things were going great. We ended up watching the movie and also spending the night together. We also spent the morning going to the riverfront in Detroit and seeing the sunrise. As we watched the sunrise, we held hands and enjoyed the sun rising over the Detroit River. Watching the sunrise in Detroit is like watching life reborn. To do this with someone special is a blessing and a bonus. So there will be another date but for now, I am basking in the glory of this great day. There will be more to come.
Eugene Chandler III
Summer Showdown: My Turn
Dear Friends,
Well I am someone that does have a tendency to seek revenge or payback. I can admit that to you all only because some of you know that I am like that. So with that said, what I did was not being vengeful but to protect my ass. However, I learned that what I did backfired and cost me something dear to me. So let me tell you the story as to how I got some measure of payback on my ex the whore.
I don’t know if I said this in my last entry but my ex decided to get my job involved in the drama that she and her miserable mother caused. It is one thing to be nasty and bitter in public but you don’t cause shit at someone’s workplace. So after two days of having my ex and her mom cause so much shit at work, I had to do something. So after some suggestions from my mom and others, I decided to get a PPO on my ex. I though by doing this would help things. So after I spent the afternoon getting this order, I was happy to get this done. I got into work and originally was told not to do it at work. I was going to do what I can to avoid it but after seeing my ex, my actions changed. I did exactly like what the police told me do to get this document served. However, my bosses basically got upset and changed my assigned area. I see that as a punishment for disobey them and not working.
I spent the rest of my day at work being somewhere I have not been in years. I was miserable and felt like she won because she could have been moved but I was wrong. I know some people think I was doing this to get her back. I wasn’t. I had to do something to stop the whore and her mother from getting me fired. I almost did get fired but not because of them. So what do you think? Was I wrong? I am tired of dealing with this shit and feel like because of my whore ex is fucking with my livelihood is going to make work hell for me. However, I do feel better about doing it and got some more distance between me. So the current score is Ex: 3 and Me: 5. There will be more to come on this but it will be over July 29th.
Eugene Chandler III
Well I am someone that does have a tendency to seek revenge or payback. I can admit that to you all only because some of you know that I am like that. So with that said, what I did was not being vengeful but to protect my ass. However, I learned that what I did backfired and cost me something dear to me. So let me tell you the story as to how I got some measure of payback on my ex the whore.
I don’t know if I said this in my last entry but my ex decided to get my job involved in the drama that she and her miserable mother caused. It is one thing to be nasty and bitter in public but you don’t cause shit at someone’s workplace. So after two days of having my ex and her mom cause so much shit at work, I had to do something. So after some suggestions from my mom and others, I decided to get a PPO on my ex. I though by doing this would help things. So after I spent the afternoon getting this order, I was happy to get this done. I got into work and originally was told not to do it at work. I was going to do what I can to avoid it but after seeing my ex, my actions changed. I did exactly like what the police told me do to get this document served. However, my bosses basically got upset and changed my assigned area. I see that as a punishment for disobey them and not working.
I spent the rest of my day at work being somewhere I have not been in years. I was miserable and felt like she won because she could have been moved but I was wrong. I know some people think I was doing this to get her back. I wasn’t. I had to do something to stop the whore and her mother from getting me fired. I almost did get fired but not because of them. So what do you think? Was I wrong? I am tired of dealing with this shit and feel like because of my whore ex is fucking with my livelihood is going to make work hell for me. However, I do feel better about doing it and got some more distance between me. So the current score is Ex: 3 and Me: 5. There will be more to come on this but it will be over July 29th.
Eugene Chandler III
Summer Showdown: Drama At Work
Dear Friends,
A funny thing happened to me at work the other day…I got sent home. You might want to wonder why I got sent home from work. Simple: My ex and her mother. You did see me say that my ex and her mommy got me sent home. Here’s the story from my point of view:
Now after the whole ordeal of me going to court over Andrea’s bullshit and lies, I figured that I don’t have to avoid them. I was so wrong with that assumption. So I am doing my thing at work. I am selling, having fun and also getting into the swing of things. I’m not saying anything to that female and her miserable mother. So it’s Tuesday when these accusations started. According to my supervisor, I was calling my sad excuse of an ex a bitch under my breath. That’s kind of hard to do while yelling and moving. So my supervisor explains to me what they said and I kept walking. So we move to the next day and here we go again. I walk by and they claim I am saying bitch to them under my breath. However, security and HR Management was involved. Security basically gives me a speech and let me go. I had to explain to my supervisor and HR Manager the story of Andrea. It was then decided that I was to be temporarily reassigned to work the lower level. I say temporarily because I will be back to where I belong at work July 29th. So what did I learn? I learned that my ex is sorry and her mom is even sorrier. I also learned that my time at work is coming to an end but not because of this dumbass event. So if we are keeping track the score is: Eugene – 2 and Andrea – 1.
So you might be thinking if I am pissed off? If you know me, you know how I get when someone upsets me. However, I will let this pass because my time to end this is coming up sooner than I think. If it seems like in my tone that I am seeking revenge or something like that, well I’m not but I will let God handle them. As for me, I got a plan for my life and I will see it through. Someone reminded me that once a man is determined that only an act of God will stop that person. Well I’m ready to finish what I started in 2009, to get my degrees and become a better man. For now, I am going to be nice and turn the other cheek. I just hope my ass does not get kicked. There will be more to come in this epic series of events.
Eugene Chandler III
A funny thing happened to me at work the other day…I got sent home. You might want to wonder why I got sent home from work. Simple: My ex and her mother. You did see me say that my ex and her mommy got me sent home. Here’s the story from my point of view:
Now after the whole ordeal of me going to court over Andrea’s bullshit and lies, I figured that I don’t have to avoid them. I was so wrong with that assumption. So I am doing my thing at work. I am selling, having fun and also getting into the swing of things. I’m not saying anything to that female and her miserable mother. So it’s Tuesday when these accusations started. According to my supervisor, I was calling my sad excuse of an ex a bitch under my breath. That’s kind of hard to do while yelling and moving. So my supervisor explains to me what they said and I kept walking. So we move to the next day and here we go again. I walk by and they claim I am saying bitch to them under my breath. However, security and HR Management was involved. Security basically gives me a speech and let me go. I had to explain to my supervisor and HR Manager the story of Andrea. It was then decided that I was to be temporarily reassigned to work the lower level. I say temporarily because I will be back to where I belong at work July 29th. So what did I learn? I learned that my ex is sorry and her mom is even sorrier. I also learned that my time at work is coming to an end but not because of this dumbass event. So if we are keeping track the score is: Eugene – 2 and Andrea – 1.
So you might be thinking if I am pissed off? If you know me, you know how I get when someone upsets me. However, I will let this pass because my time to end this is coming up sooner than I think. If it seems like in my tone that I am seeking revenge or something like that, well I’m not but I will let God handle them. As for me, I got a plan for my life and I will see it through. Someone reminded me that once a man is determined that only an act of God will stop that person. Well I’m ready to finish what I started in 2009, to get my degrees and become a better man. For now, I am going to be nice and turn the other cheek. I just hope my ass does not get kicked. There will be more to come in this epic series of events.
Eugene Chandler III
30 Days of Hell: Epilogue
Dear Friends,
Today is going to be a day of surprises and maybe disappointments. Today is the day I have to go to court over Andrea. This stemmed from the events that occurred on May 18th, 2011. I have said that this was a huge misunderstanding that was blown out of proportion. As I get through this day, I hope to see tomorrow. Last time I went to court, I ended up going away for 30 days. I hope this time around I get to leave out the front door and not be put in jail. I know that all these events are happening to me because I did not do more to prevent from occurring. This is karma coming to bite me in the ass. I hope to get through this and move forward.
I had over a month to relive the events prior to me going to jail for child support. I remember every word said, and every action taken. I am happy that this happened in my life. I am happy that Andrea and I are finally done as a couple. If I was going to change my life, I had to let her go. I could not be somewhere I did not feel loved and welcomed. For all the good times we had, there were a lot more bad ad horrible times. I barely got through getting my associate’s degree because of all the fights and other shit. Just like my other ex-girlfriends, I still have love for her but she’s not the person I remember. People do change over time and things change with life.
As I close this entry, I think about the last two years I been down here in Monroe. I have made some friends and earned the respect of my professors at Monroe County Community College. I have learned some new things and also gain some confidence in my life. However, most of that will always be attached to Andrea. I am happy to be free but a lot of my memories in Monroe will be scarred because of her and her family. I hope that after today, I can let all that bad memories go and make new ones. I also hope that my new life is blessed with change and better memories. I hope to write more later today.
Eugene Chandler III
30 Days of Hell: The Story
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
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
30 Days Of Hell: Prequel
Dear Friends,
This is going to be an epic blog that will not only show that I changed as a person but also made changes in my life for the better. I want to say that this epic journey I endured and encountered was something new for me. I honestly hope that I don’t repeat this experience. Not only did I lose the equivalent of thirty days of my life but it took me places I don’t want to go through again. Before I start, one thing for this series of blogs will change is that I will be using names. Only the names of people I no longer associate or talk to will be used. With that said, welcome to 30 Days of Hell.
So this story will start May 16th, 2011. In a previous blog, I wrote about people who are slobs and are lazy to clean up all the shit that was lying around. Now for the most part, I was trying to be objective and not use names. However, the truth is that I was talking about my now ex-girlfriend Andrea and her family. So that blog became the catalysis of something that ended up getting bigger and more fucked up. On May 18th at 3pm: My world changed forever. The whole mess started with Andrea reading the blog and knew I was talking about her and her family. Then it grew into an argument and then escalated into fight. Andrea decided to pick up my laptop and proceed to throw it. I proceed to stop her and ended up tripping over some shoes and fell on her. My hands were in a close position and my arm was near her throat and chest. As I get up off her, something made her freak out. She gets up and runs to the neighbor’s house. She’s screaming and the neighbors wanted to beat my ass. I lock the door and call the police. A Michigan state trooper comes to the place. He takes her statement then my statement. Even though it is a he said/she said situation, I get arrested to domestic violence. As we get to the county jail, I feel like things are changing quickly.
Now I never been in county jail but I had to learn things quickly. I was thankful that I was going to court after spending the night in jail. Once I got to court, I learned when was my court date and if I was bailed out. I was happy until I learned that I was going to be transferred to another county for something I been postponing since 2007. This event changed my life for the next thirty days. This is the prequel to events to come. There is a lot more to come in the next days. Please come back tomorrow to read more.
Eugene Chandler III
This is going to be an epic blog that will not only show that I changed as a person but also made changes in my life for the better. I want to say that this epic journey I endured and encountered was something new for me. I honestly hope that I don’t repeat this experience. Not only did I lose the equivalent of thirty days of my life but it took me places I don’t want to go through again. Before I start, one thing for this series of blogs will change is that I will be using names. Only the names of people I no longer associate or talk to will be used. With that said, welcome to 30 Days of Hell.
So this story will start May 16th, 2011. In a previous blog, I wrote about people who are slobs and are lazy to clean up all the shit that was lying around. Now for the most part, I was trying to be objective and not use names. However, the truth is that I was talking about my now ex-girlfriend Andrea and her family. So that blog became the catalysis of something that ended up getting bigger and more fucked up. On May 18th at 3pm: My world changed forever. The whole mess started with Andrea reading the blog and knew I was talking about her and her family. Then it grew into an argument and then escalated into fight. Andrea decided to pick up my laptop and proceed to throw it. I proceed to stop her and ended up tripping over some shoes and fell on her. My hands were in a close position and my arm was near her throat and chest. As I get up off her, something made her freak out. She gets up and runs to the neighbor’s house. She’s screaming and the neighbors wanted to beat my ass. I lock the door and call the police. A Michigan state trooper comes to the place. He takes her statement then my statement. Even though it is a he said/she said situation, I get arrested to domestic violence. As we get to the county jail, I feel like things are changing quickly.
Now I never been in county jail but I had to learn things quickly. I was thankful that I was going to court after spending the night in jail. Once I got to court, I learned when was my court date and if I was bailed out. I was happy until I learned that I was going to be transferred to another county for something I been postponing since 2007. This event changed my life for the next thirty days. This is the prequel to events to come. There is a lot more to come in the next days. Please come back tomorrow to read more.
Eugene Chandler III
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