Well, we all know I had to do it. Rather than ducking
around corners, and peeping out my front door, may as well get it over with
before I get arrested on their time, not mine. I had all my ducks in a row. My
bestie went with me promising to meet the bondsman I had set up to spring me.
As long as bail wasn’t over $800 I’d be able to bond out, and get home before
my kid got home from school. All planned out huh?
“Ah,
I heard about you!” The officer said as he pated me down for whatever I’d be
stupid enough to bring in with me. Prisoner treatment already…I have to say I
was treated fair, the older cop took his time let, knowing I was dreading the
cell. I don’t know if it’s an unspoken rule over at our local police
department, but when he saw my meds he took a deep breathe in, “a crazy.” They
tend to put you in your own cell when you bring in that many psych meds. “Your
prepared I see” as he continued emptying my valuables on his damn desk. One
pair of sunglasses, two gold bracelets, and a hair rubber band”…and my 8
scripts I brought with me, damn I just cleaned out that bag last night! So the
entire process, property list, fingerprinting, mug shot. “What” I asked the
officer as I went to fix my hair. He was laughing as I prepared to “take the
last one”. I explained to him with my half paralyzed smile that my ex-husband would
be getting a “ding” as soon as the charge posted. “Ah”, he says as he instructs
me to turn to the right.
I
knew eventually it’d come, those four walls. It’s so cold in jail, I knew this
so on a rather warm day, I was in a sweater, and warmest pants I could put on
that morning. Still adjusting to my new antipsychotic I drifted in and out of
sleep sitting there hour after hour. I’m not cut out for this shit! I told
myself over and over again. “Why Mari, why are you back here yet again?” Cold,
tired, and did I mention I filled an empty stomach with a full dose of my
morning “cocktail”. Great just what they wanted a vomiting inmate. Finally I
heard the heavy steps coming towards my door. ‘Please be me, please be me!” I
had gone in early, so I could see the judge first thing in the morning.
Finally! It was me! 5 hours had passed, felt longer with no idea of the time
while I was in my box.
So
standing in front of a judge with no bra on embarrassing enough, now this
stupid charge I thought in my head. All of this because I was driving against my
psychiatrist orders, completely manic, and unable to concentrate on anything
much less driving. So I hit a trailer, not really sure why the charge was so
much, but a $3,000 bond was defiantly doable! Had the money waiting in the
lobby, until…until he slid his hand over and did something I was not expecting.
He gave me a Personal Recognizance Bond a.k.a. no bond payment, walk out of
jail with the promise to go to my court date! I thought I ran out of PR Bonds
long ago. I guess I had one left shocker.
I
was the only one in a full jailhouse that got that "P.R. Bond" that morning, a
new cop on duty informed me. I was shocked, it wasn’t the fact that I was
getting out, I figured there was a good chance my bondsman would keep me off
the paddy wagon to County. I just know that I’ve received my fair share of P.R.
Bonds and I figured my time was up when it came to walking out of jail without
paying an arm and a leg. Lesson learned..again..ugh I hope it sticks this time.
My local police department has pulled me in close to 6 times in the last 7
years. Minor violations that all add up to me looking irresponsible mostly.
For now I’m out, with a heavy heart I went in and “took
care of business.” Now my court date is looming over my head. I mean what do I
tell the judge “I panicked, I’m not use to having my shit together so I took
off?” I had no reason to leave that night. I had insurance to cover the
accident, all my drivers license, tags and registration were valid, most of all
I had no warrants out for me. I panicked. Have a headache now, I wonder why?
Life adventures being mental. ~Mental
Mari
