I was told that even after I got over the CCC that the process would take a while and that I should not expect to get out any earlier than Tuesday....
Four days without my phone! That actually was ok as I had earlier received a text telling me that I was out of minutes.
The trip to CCC was crazy - I was chained to another guy who had no coordination at all and as a result, kept tripping. It was comical yet sad.
While we were waiting we were treated to a diatribe by a CO who indicated how much he hated working at LMDC and that he was merely waiting for his pension to vest after which he would be gone.
When we got out of the paddy wagon...yes, I was in the back of a paddy wagon and thankfully sober this time, I saw where we were going and all it reminded me of was a 1950's catholic school.
As I was work release and the others were not, I was treated differently. I got to keep my clothes (which were still the khaki shorts which were too small and the button had popped and a titlest shirt that was now rank).
There was much more freedom initially. I went upstairs to my "dorm"..got a NASTY mattress and an even nastier blanket and a boat which is like a platform. I put my mattress in the wrong way and it was more like a mattress holder and it would appear that the mattress would not fall off.
The dorm was dingy - the guys' clothes were hanging all over the place..there were lights on; although they had been dimmed and it appeared that no one was awake...that was wrong.
I made up my bunk and actually did sleep...although not fitfully. I had gotten past the court, the jail and now had a taste of CCC...now that I was in there, how was I to get out of there...quickly and for as long as possible.
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