I started wondering if I could survive in prison for a full year. I'd be in my big coke-bottle glasses, since I'm pretty sure contacts wouldn't be an option. And those showers look pretty grimy, that might be a tough one to get over. But, what would I do to pass the time? It seems like one long day, or event, that just drags on endlessly. I would have to sleep in my glasses, just to make sure nothing happened to them. Talk about paranoid.
I wonder who I would talk to, and who I would avoid. I wonder if I would even have the option of avoiding people, after all, it's pretty crowded in those places.
When would I see the sun too? Would I get "free time" or whatever it's called? What if that's just not an option and I stay inside for an entire year? That would suck, to never see the sun.
What about those dark nights when sleep just doesn't bother to come, would I just lay awake, staring at the ceiling until the lights click on?
I wonder what I would be like afterwards? Could I go back to my usual routine? What if I never could go back, and was perpetually stuck in "prison mode"?
How would you explain to people that think you are an alright citizen that you actually did time? I wonder what my family would think, and what I would make up instead of telling the whole truth (because lets be honest, I wouldn't tell my grandma every detail).
I wonder what I would have done to get myself in that situation. I hope nothing that would haunt me forever...
Speaking of crimes, have I ever mentioned the time I was in a Rite Aid that was robbed? It wasn't like held up at gun point or anything that organized, just a crazy dude stealing some boozes and getting tackled right next to me. I remember the liquor was Jack Daniels, it smelled almost immediately after it smashed onto the yellow linoleum floor, like a stink bomb. Two security guards took him down, but he managed to wriggle free, and ran around the store. They caught up with him mid-lap, and threw him down hard onto the cashier's station. I literally threw my cash down and bolted out of there--I wasn't about to become one of those people who freeze up during a conflict and becomes a fatal casualty of a drugged up thief. No way, no.
I don't know what happened after that. There wasn't anything in the news, but that's probably because the news doesn't really care about a simple attempted robbery at a Rite Aid in the middle of Long Beach. There are bigger fish to fry.
I just could never look at that Rite Aid the same again, nor any other one too.
Anyway, enough talk, here's some stuff from the weekend:
Record shopping at Captain Nemo's:
5K for Boston fund with DJDLee (still can't believe we ran the whole thing):
Our group of ladies (mid run pose obvi.):
So tired! It's like 8am-ish:
Record wall lookin' good:
Hot blooded (my go-to karaoke song):
Thats it boos!
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