Judge 379

Courtroom Drama. Waiting to be called. "Here, your honor". All that time worrying, "what's my first impression going to be like?". Cattle call. New movie in town, coming up, Could I work, while in house arrest? Wait. Wait until the judge approves.

And later in the coffee shop (don't tell anyone I was there after court), I decided I was worried about working. On the front, I was pleased. Ordinarily, I am unaware what the freedom to work will mean for me.

My scounselor told me monday I seemed horribly lonely. Monday, late, after waiting so long in court. Waiting to hear that I was done, before even seeing the judge again after the recess for two hours to let him get something done. Before seeing the Judge, and having come to a decision.

Instead I wait for the next courtdate to be announced and to come, and the attorney on my side will try in the mean time to get me free enough to work.

Today I got a call that my monitor was offline a while. No excuyse, no reason. I don't have a clue why. Also, that I owe 810 dollars. In toe weeks, I'm supposed to pay. Laughable, totally absurd. This or Jail? Is this the question? No way I got so behind. So behind even though I don't work, and am not allowed to leave for teh long enough time to be able to. I can't go to a job. I owe 810 dollars. I've been saving, and I know I only dipped a few dollars into my saavings for teh monitor. I know I didn't get this behind. 810. Could three months really be what I owe? Could I ever come up with this?

810. And no job. Either that or jail. Two weeks will decide if I'm in violation of my pretrail release.

Commissary Receipt

ArtPace Brainstorm

Dayroom Privelages

Where we ate, played spades, played chess, watched television, drank instant coffee, made little hot water heated snacks, and drew. In the corner, looking at this angle, the showers were beyond a small half wall, and to a corner from view.
Their was a bench to change on (which helped me while I put my bag over my cast and positioned my chair), and three toilet/sinks. Any running water in there has a button which runs water for a few seconds. All during a shower, for instance, the button has to be pressed so that the water will run out.

Okay, that was odd. I lost the image right now. I can't seem to recover it. Well, the next one sort of corresponds. It's the same room, differant angle.


These are the windows that let light in. Not much, but some. In fact through the "glass" you couldn't much tell what kind of day it was. The television, notice, is on a mount on the corner. Most times you couldn't hear it at all. Tyra Banks in the morning was a safe bet, because most were asleep at that time. Oddly, one night I wa in prayer group in the yard with the adjacent yard joining us, we came in to an eery silence. The guys had gotten so into Dancing with The Stars, that they were watching quietly, the whole of the dayroom. It was miraculous.
Now the infirmiray was differant. If you spoke too loudly during a movie, which is what we watched their, you'd better be saying something that would entertain evrybody. One guy in a wheelchair who was blaring his music on his headphones was threatened one day. Ben, by Frank. In fact, the gaurd had to come out and settle the matter. I can't remember which one. I think it was the quiet guy, but I always want to mention the comedic big black guy tht pulled out an Aryan Nation ID card, which I felt was bazaar, but the aryans in their just laughed at. They went on, Mike and that guard, about where and when the meetings were.

Cell Stories

Art Class

The art class was on Mondays, in the afternoon. I could barely get out of art class and make it to the inevitable visit I'd have waiting for me at that time. My mom, usually.
The guard who worked their was nicer than most. He suggested we watched Brokeback Mountain once during the line for turning in pencils and pens. Said it was a good movie, I haven't seen it yet, but thought the suggestion odd their in art class line of Bexar County Jail.
The three ringed binders with images ready to be traced or with a corresponding number for a copy to be pulled from file cabinets by a working inmate, given a name I can't recall right now. Oh, "Trustee"
Yeah, the trustees are any working inmate. Be they with laundry service, serving or cooking food, clerical, or even some apparently get out of the facility. I don't know how htye do it, but they're able to sometimes get double portions of food and such, is what I heard. I also heard the work day was very long, but that this was nicer than being in the pod.
Trustees wear a different color outfit, so it's easy to know who they are and where they work with their corresponding color. Kitchen white, clerical striped, the art class and law library kind, tan.
In any case, art class I'd sit and read recipes. I have a mountian I copied so as to not get in trouble for being idle. Their were boxes of magazines by the paper table, so I'd pick some out and read recipes in them. Mrs B, the civilian worker who was pretty abrasive, kept tight vigilance, and like to kick guys out of class if their was anything going on.
In fact, she was upset with me since the first class. Not knowing protocal is a very bad position to be in, especially, and with me only with the guards and staff.
I couldn't pick out my own string from the wall apparently, and was supposed to wait behind a yellow tape on the floor. I was almost kicked out for this.
The string, I'll mention, is the kind you'd use for a friendship kind of bracelet. Or at least the last time I had used them, this was how I used it. At Bexar County, we made little crosses in necklace form. I made myself one in blue and white, which I kept and gave to my sister after my release.
So this was art. The image here is something of a study of one of the religious images I obtained a copy of. The copy was actually for someone who didn't want to go to class and wanted a copy. I'd get a ramen soup, I think for the exchange. Wait, no, it was a guy who wanted more than the two limit of images. His schtick was making and selling panos, the handkerchiefs that are decorated for mailing as gifts.
In any case, so Ms. B wouldn't complain: