3 jails.
2 warrents.
$400 total bail.
1 day.

It's been a really bad weekend.

Friday, I left work early because I was in horrible pain (again). I left at 6 and started on my way home, figuring I might be able to work out the problems in my spine without hitting up another hospital (4th one in 4 weeks). I wasn't paying attention to the gas meter apparently, probably due to the distraction of my ribs feeling like they were collapsing in on my lungs. When I got on I-285, about halfway between work and home, the car ran out of gas. I saw the 'check engine' light flashing, so I pulled over to the side of the road and turned the car off right before it would have died. I was right off Riverside exit, and despite my back, I could have walked to the gas station myself, but it was raining and freezing cold out, and all I had was my thin little t-shirt and jeans, no socks, and sandals. I pulled out my cell phone and tried calling Mike - no answer. Not a huge surprise. I knew he had taken the day off, and it's really difficult to wake him up when he's not expecting it. I called back again, and again, and again, and again. My painkillers started kicking in, and the car was getting pretty cold at that point. I curled up in the drivers seat and covered myself up with a towel to preserve body heat. I think I fell asleep for about an hour, and then I woke up to try to call him again. I tried about 30 times total, I think. Finally his roommate, Matt, woke him up. Mike left his cell phone out in the living room. I fell back asleep, and woke up to see Mike putting gas in the car. He followed me home, so he could make sure I got there alright. I don't really remember driving home. Mike said that I was weaving inside my lane a lot, and that I was off on the shoulder when I got off the exit for Delk road. I really must have been fucked up from those pills. As soon as I got home, I slumped over in the car and fell back asleep. I woke up to hear him pulling in behind me, and he woke me up and took me inside. I fell back asleep in the bed, and I remember him laying down next to me with his arm around me. I know he didn't stay long, but that didn't matter because I was asleep by the time he left. I always sleep better when it's next to him. :)

Saturday was fairly uneventful. I drove to Perimeter Mall, bought a really soft fuzzy sweater from the Gap for myself, a few shirts from the Gap for Mike, pajamas from Victoria's Secret for myself, a purse for Michelle from Bebe, DKNY's Be Delicious from Bloomingdales, and various Christmas presents for loved ones. I left there and drove to Frys to meet Chad and Nathan there. Chad had never been to Frys before, so I was looking forward to it. He had fun in the DVD section while Nathan and I wandered around the store looking at XBox games. I bought him Spongebob Squarepants for the XBox, and he got very excited. I also picked up the Logitech bluetooth mouse and keyboard, the Initial-D DVD set for Chad, and a couple of cheap DVD's. Mike met us at the cafe inside Frys, and we all talked for a bit over yummy tuna melt's and Red Bull. Note to self: never give a 3 year old Red Bull ever again. It was interesting watching Mike and Chad talking together. They looked at ease. It's comforting. I'm no longer with Chad, but as the father of my child, he's still very much a large part of my life, as is Mike. It's good to see the pieces fitting together, for once.

Sunday I went to jail. I was driving on Delk Road around 11:00 P.M. on my way to work. I got pulled over because I have my trucks tags on Mike's car. Well, whatever. So they run my license, and surprise - 2 warrents! It turns out I had two tickets that I was supposed to show up in court for, both for expired tags on Chad's car. So they take me to Cobb County jail, and I hang out there for about 6-7 hours, waiting for Riverdale P.D. to show up.

Cobb County jail was somewhat interesting. I got there early, and they have the male and female intake separated, so I only got to hang out with girls. Shortly after I arrived, another girl showed up. She looked to be fairly young, and I started talking to her. She was from Columbus, Ohio and was on her way home with her boyfriend. That part sounded normal enough. Then she proceeded to explain that she was 19, her boyfriend was some huge 37 year old black guy named Brutus. He's a truck driver. They were driving back, and she was drunk and passed out in his truck, and he pulled a BB gun out of his truck and aimed it at someone. The police were called, and she was woken up and brought into jail for underage drinking. The bail was only $300, but her family was a bunch of crackheads that couldn't afford it, and apparently she was on probation as well. I didn't really know what to tell her, so I went to sleep. When they were booking me, I kept cracking jokes and making the intake officers smile, so they were pretty nice to me. They kept apologizing that it was taking so long.

Finally, an officer from the Riverdale P.D. showed up, and he put me in the back of his car and took me to Clayton County jail. He was really nice, and we talked about the computer systems they used and he played mp3's for me. Really cool guy. Clayton County jail sucked, though. It wouldn't have been so bad if not for angry she-wookie. Everyone loved me except her. I think she was racist. She seemed nice enough to everyone else, she just hated the only white girl in there. Yeah, well, I'm not even going to get into all of that, because it still pisses me off. When I left though, she wasn't too happy to hear from me that I make probably 3-4 times what she makes, and as I pay more taxes then her, I'm more important to society than her. Oh, well. She's the only person I was rude to at all, and that's only as I was leaving. She strip searched me, sprayed me with this stuff that was totally Eau de Jail, and stuck me down in the real jail (not just holding cells). Real jail was neat. I got to talk to a lot of really normal looking girls that were in for a lot of fucked up stuff. Most were in for something to do with meth (big surprise, it IS the southside, after all), some were in for abusing their boyfriends, etc. They were all like "so, what are you in for?" and when I replied "expired tags", their jaws dropped. They watched soap operas and explained the plot to me since I generally don't watch such fluff. Soap operas are just as bad as everyone always told me they were. It's like, randomly take twin sisters, natural disasters, parents that die but then are alive and then die again, affairs, psychotic lovers, and bad acting and you've got yourself a soap opera. She-wookie came downstairs to tell me I wasn't getting out for 48 hours, and I was like "excuse me? Bail was paid." She then told me "don't talk to me, you're an inmate." This was the 20th time she'd used that line on me. She also denied me my medication, which I think is illegal because I have to have it, and it was in my belongings. The other jails I went to all gave it to me. After a while, Tyrone P.D. showed up. At this point, I had been in jail for a long freaking time and was getting really bored.

The office from Tyrone was really nice. We talked about motorcycles a lot. He reminded me of my dad, except my dad is psycho and this officer wasn't. He let me use his jacket because I was so cold. When we got to Fayette County P.D., they sat me in a freezing cold holding cell, and proceeded to do absolutely nothing with me for about 4 hours. I was tired, this was the last jail I was supposed to be in for today, and I wanted to go home. There wasn't even anyone in the holding cell with me. If there had been, it certainly would have been slightly more tolerable. So I started crying, saying my back hurt and that the she-wookie hadn't given me my pills. It's true that it was starting to hurt quite a bit, but generally I have to be in a lot of fuqn pain to cry from it. They paniced, gave me all the pills I wanted, and finally proceeded to book me. It took about an hour to get the booking done, then I called Mike, who was waiting at my dads. He called a taxi, but that taxi got lost, so it was another hour or two before he showed up. The guy booking me was awesome. We talked about motorcycles and drag racing, and he didn't make me go back in that holding cell, so I was free to wander around. I think that angered the female cop there. Why are female cops so bitchy? Seriously. All the guy cops I met on Sunday/Monday loved me. It was the females that felt the need to reaffirm their superiority. Bitches. It took a while to finalize the bail and all that, but it was paid and I got to go home.

By the time I got home, I was exhausted, I fell asleep in Mike's lap in the car. I felt dirty and tired, so I took a shower and fell asleep standing up. 2 days of missed work because of jail. Ugh.

At least it provided for an interesting story for my blog. I'll have the scans of all my documents in sometime later this week. My scanner is at home, and I'm stuck over at Mike's right now. All I thought about while I was in jail (other than mentally coding to keep myself from going insane, that is) was getting home and cuddling up next to him. Despite our fights and problems, I love him. He makes me feel safe. <3