Are You Fucking Kidding me…?!

Dispair

There are two types of phone calls one never wants to get; 1) someone is dead and/or dying 2) I’m in jail.  Those two phone calls are the ones that tend to not only fuck your mood up but your entire day.  So just imagine the thoughts in my head and the words that came out my mouth when I got the “I’m in jail” phone call: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME…  And for those of you who have never experienced one of these jail calls, God Bless and may the odds be forever in your favor…LOL…SMDH… Because these phone calls have to be one of the most uncomfortable conversations one can ever have. Because your first thought is, How much is this shit gonna cost??  Then are you okay? You kinda sit there numb because your on the phone with your person, your loved one, hoping that this is some terrible dream and that when you wake up it will be over.

But when my nightmare is actually reality and my mind has actually processed what is happening, the word that best describes the feeling is: Despair. Then out comes the flood gate of questions that he can’t manage to answer fast enough. Who the hell were you with? What the fuck happened? When did this shit happen, and lastly Where the fuck were you?? In that order! Once all that has been settled, then the real bull shit begins; dealing with the courts.  The process of getting someone out of jail in NYC is nothing short of insanity on all levels; especially if your new to it.  Take me for example, I’d never been inside the criminal court building so here I am trying to find my way through the complex criminal justice world.

I remember that I sat in court all day waiting for them to call his name. I didn’t find out that there was a number to call to see when he would be up until the next day…LOL… when someone asked me, why didn’t you just call the number? Number? What number? Couldn’t believe that I literally spent a shift there for no reason…LOL… well you live and you learn. Once arraignment is over comes the complexities of bail and bail bondsmen begins, what the fuck?? Who in the fuck has time for this? Hearings so they can see where the fuck the money is coming from, a few years tax returns, all for like $6k… unbelievable….LOL… then if you don’t get bailed out in time you go to Rikers Island or the boat?!? The boat? Now where the hell is that and why are you going there?? It just be too much in New York everything is a fucking mission…LOL… gotta love this life


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