Day 7

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I never finished this?

Well, better late then never right?

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Day 7 - Time unknown

I hated the overhead intercom. It always woke me up entirely too early, and it never had anything good or positive to relay. Except, when it woke me up this morning, It was the most glorious annoying alarm I had ever been woken up by. The muffled voice called out my name. You have no idea how happy and confused I was at the same time. After a couple of prodding questions, I learned what I wanted to hear. i wasn't getting moved anymore. I was getting out!

Hallelujah!

I was shaking with just about every nerve in my body. The endless torement and depressing atmosphere was just about over. I had to check, doucle check, and even triple check that this was actually happening. Kevin, who was the inmate who was sleeping above me, was somewhat happy and sad to see me go. He was the closest thing I'd call a friend in this joint, so we said some farewells and I'm pretty sure he was the only person I actually shook their hand. He was someone I could relate to, and in the end, the only thing I could do to show any sign of compassion to his cause was to give him the bottom bunk. He gladly accepted. Shame I never knew what happened to him, hope he got out more early then later.

So once again I packed up all my things and set off to the front of the holding area. I got heckled by pretty much all the goons I walked by, some calling me Bucs Bonus, some just calling me fag. I pretty much didn't even hear anything anymore. I was shocked that it was all wrapping up and over. Well just about.

They checked my ID badge and opened the let me out. I relinquished all of my items once again, only this time for good! Bye bye matress, bye linens and things, bye crappy toothbrush, bye bye crazy lunatics, hello freedom!

I did it. Whatever it is, it had been done! I reeked something fierce, but my plan to have no close encounters was a successful one. My anus was safe once again. It felt good to unclench it. No, really, all jokes aside that was what I was most fearful of while in this place. I guess rape isn't that funny after all. heh

They made me wait, what seemed like an hour at the front entrance of the building. They didn't really say anything to me. Well, no. That's a lie. One of the guards actually asked me something. he said somethign along the lines of, "Are you excited?"

What kind of stupid shit... I hate these people. Comedians all around me.

One other person who was holed up in a different room came out. Looks like we were the two lucky ones. We exchanged a nod which said more then I can decribe to you in just a couple of words. It was like we were getting out of a beautiful struggle.

It was nothing new to these guys, but I wanted them to speed this crap up. They were taking their sweet time with it all. I'm sure they had to wait for checks and signals, or whatever protocol they followed in this joint, but even in their release methods they string you out and make you wait. It's gawd damn torture, and I know they do it on purpose. I now know what a dog feels like when you put food in their dish, but order them not to eat it.

The gaurds got the paperwork all settled out and me and this black dude were escorted out and walked to some other building. Truth be told this compound was confusing as hell. Nothing ever looked the same, even though I'm sure I was just retracing my steps only backwards towards the entrance. In any case, we picked up some other guys who were getting released as well and all of us (five total) all hoped into the back of one of those transport vans. the funny thing of it all was they had cages in the van and locked us in the back of it. Why? we were all gettig out of jail, why the hell would we cause a scene or try to escape from the people who are escorting us to our freedom? Whatever, silly jailhouse rules I suppose.

The maze of buildings led us past gates and guards alike. We stopped at about three closed off sections, while the driver exchanged paperwork and mingled with friends before we finally arrived at the big building which looked somewhat familiar. I assumed we had arrived back at the place where they have the initial holding area. Ladies and gentlement we have come full circle and arrived at the begining of it all.

More security stop and ID checks and more guards freeloading talking to friends while the group of us just waited for them to carry on with our release methods. I just wanted to say, "Hey, you can go ahead and chatter like a couple of gossip hens, I'll find my own way out." ... Oh, if only.

I was basically a mute during this entire time. The other guys were all making snide remarks towards the guards, but I just smiled out of courtesy. Joking is fine, but who knows what is cause for them to terminate your early release and what not. I wasn't going to find out. All I knew was that we were getting closer to me getting the hell out of here.

We walked through more security areas and had our paperwork checked again. I swear, what do these guys think about their inmates? that some of them are Houdini and can find a way to get a body double during all these checks and scans? It is really annoying having them grab your wrist and look to see if you are actually you for the fifth time in an hour. Can we speed this process up please?

The guards takes all the paperwork we were carrying around and gives it to a clerk behind some glass window. This could only mean that things were wrapping up. After a short 30 minute delay we were escorted into a waiting room. Now, this was something I was familiar with. The end of the end. It was almost time to get out of these smelly ass clothes! I had completely forgotten what I even came into this place wearing.

We all get in this small ass room and again, after a considerable amount of waiting we start getting called one at a time to the attendent at the window. Of course a guard is in the room with us, and we sign a waiver and the lady gives each of us our clothes and/or items back. Naturally this is jail, so there is no privacy, so we have to strip naked in this room in front of strangers and put on our other clothes on. Fun. It wasn't any fun stripping down in front of strangers during my days as a wrestler and it still isn't any fun. At this point of this whole ordeal, shame had been a word long forgotten, so off went my clothes without as much as a second thought.

It felt good to get out of that orange jump suit. My regular clothes were liberating. Jeans and my own pair of boxers! I instantly turned on my phone to see if I had any battery power left, whcih I did. I also noticed that it was just under five o'clock in the morning. I am not sure when I woke up today, but I assume it was just before breakfast or during it. Who cares right?

There was no reception in this area, so I had to wait until I was completely out before I could call someone to come pick me up. The only person I could count on, was my brother.

I waited my turn and finally after what seemed like hours of waiting, my ordeal had finished. They led me to a room that was like the last security stop before freedom. I signed some more paperwork, the receptionist said some sort of congratulatory statement which I scoffed off, and pointed me towards a door. They close you off in this room with nothing in it other then the door you walked in though and the other door across from it. Then they make you wait there for a stupidly long time. You get the clearing, you hear a click, the door unlocks and...

You see the beginings of the sun brightening the dark skies, dispelling the night. Calling forth a bright new day. I was back in the delivery room where familes come to pick up their loved ones. No one was waiting for me. I smiled.

I took a seat at one of the chairs and called my brother. Now, I think I mentioned that I was mad at him, that it was his fault I got in this mess in the first place, but none of that mattered now. The phone rang and rang. It was early, who knows if he would answer, but to his credit he did and sounded surely surprised.

"You're out already?"

Hells yes I'm out asshole, come get me. GET ME GET ME GET MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

...or what I really said, "Yeah." He responded that he was getting up and was going to pick me up. it was about an hour drive from his house, so what could I do while I waited...

That's right! If you forgot I had brought my gameboy advanced with me and it was nice and safe in the cops holding area along with all my other junk. I guess it did have its purpose. Pokemon was what I had brought with me, so I spent the dwindling hour surfing and fighting water types with a Jolteon or something. Gawd damn it felt good to play a video game again!

I WAS FREE!!!!!!

When my brother got there we shared a tender loving moment, exchange a hug. I love my brother, despite his faults and all. Life is too short and crazy to waste having ill feelings towards anyone, especially if they are family. Because those assholes you are going to have to deal with for the rest fo your life!

As we walked back to my car, we talked about bull shit. He had waited to see the Dark Knight which was awesome. i was so ready to go and watch that, but first...

I wanted food. We went to Burger King and I ate the most delicious Whooper that had ever graced a fast food grill. I did my scar special and put the fries into the burger, honestly why doesn't this just come naturally? I just want you all to know how amazing this food was compared to the trash I had been filling my stomach with for the past week.

We stopped by his house and for the first time in a week I took a shower. I do beleieve this had been the longest time I had ever spent without showering, so i took a couple of baths. I spent about an hour in the shower just sitting under the hot water laughing, reapplying soap and shampoo every now and then for the hell of it.

The rest of the day was a wash. I watched the Dark Knight which was amazing (Like you all didn't know that already, heh.) and had to explain to my mother that my phone didn;t get reception out at the camping site we were at. She was a little worried about me, but I gave her a kiss and a hug and told her that I was fine and she let it go after awhile. I ended the day by literally throwing myself onto my bed and getting the best sleep of my life. I just hope this whole experience made me grow, if only just a little.

Day 7 was over. Dread Quest 8 - Journey of the Cursed Cuban was complete!

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Somehow I had fooled my own parents and even my job into thinking I was just away from society on a trip or mourning a death in my family. Hahahaha

What a crazy adventure, lets never do that again!